(MAPL) Although “Nudie” is a name that certainly brings to mind
the glory days of Country and Western music, as glittering Nudie suits adorned
greats like Porter Waggoner and Faron Young (and I seem to remember Webb Pierce
caught in a rhinestone cobweb suit), it also invokes Nashville artifice and
excess. So the fact that this Canadian country troubadour whose lyrically
sublime songs seem spare, sincere, and poignant named himself after the
Ukrainian sparkle-suitmaker seems odd. In fact, the sincerity of the late
Canuck superpatriot Stompin’ Tom is brought to mind, so maybe Stompie would be
a better moniker. But names aside, this is one of the best country albums I’ve
heard in a long spell. During that brief moment in the 80s when it felt like
Dwight Yoakum, Randy Travis, George Strait, k.d. lang, and Lyle Lovett might
re-make the commercial country music industry to be all great again, this would
have fit right in, but in 2014 it’s a revelation! Stomp on, Nudie! In fact,
stomp in the nude, you earned it!
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