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Steve Earle & the Dukes (& Duchesses) [extended]

  • Guitar Town [MCA, 1986] A-
  • Early Tracks [Epic, 1987] B
  • Exit 0 [MCA, 1987] B
  • Copperhead Road [Uni, 1988] B
  • Train a Comin' [Winter Harvest, 1995] A-
  • I Feel Alright [Warner Bros., 1996] ***
  • El Corazón [Warner Bros., 1997] A-
  • The Mountain [E-Squared, 1999] A-
  • Transcendental Blues [E-Squared/Artemis, 2000] *
  • Sidetracks [E-Squared/Artemis, 2002] Choice Cuts
  • Jerusalem [Artemis, 2002] A-
  • The Revolution Starts Now [E-Squared/Artemis, 2004] **
  • Washington Square Serenade [New West, 2007] *
  • Townes [New West, 2009] Dud
  • I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive [New West, 2011] *
  • The Low Highway [New West, 2013] **
  • Terraplane [New West, 2015] **
  • Colvin & Earle [Fantasy, 2016] **
  • So You Wannabe an Outlaw [Warner Bros., 2017] A-
  • Guy [New West, 2019] **

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Steve Earle: Guitar Town [MCA, 1986]
"I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough." "I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan." "I admit I fall in love a lot." In other words, he's like ten thousand footloose rock-and-rollers before him, only he's got new ways to say it. Even makes the road seem like a hardship worthy of Scarecrow, if not Born in the U.S.A.. An American yes, a fool no, and Phil Alvin could do worse than give him a call. A-

Steve Earle: Early Tracks [Epic, 1987]
Though they're nowhere near as lame as the artist claims (what do artists know? and why should they tell us about it?), these occasionally surprising studies in neotraditionalist rockabilly do lack that crucial aura of authority--the walking bass sounds more committed than the callow abandon when it should be the other way round. Still, side one won't disillusion, and two strokes shouldn't get lost on the B: the supernal male narcissism of "My Baby Worships Me," and "Devil's Right Hand," a ban-handguns parable you'd swear is as old as the Louvin Brothers. B

Steve Earle & the Dukes: Exit 0 [MCA, 1987]
Last time you knew he was a rock-and-roller because he was a soulful wiseass, full of piss, vinegar, and super unleaded. This time you know he's a rock-and-roller because he puts his band's name on the slug line. Whether Nashville has a contract out on him or he harbors a secret desire to become a folksinger, his will to boogie gets mired down in the lugubrious fatalism that so often passes for seriousness among self-conscious Americans. Maybe the problem with country boys who are smart enough to write their own lyrics is that they're also smart enough to read their own reviews. B

Steve Earle: Copperhead Road [Uni, 1988]
This time, it isn't only the heavy beat, loud guitars, and wild-ass vocal mannerisms that make it rock--giveaway's the melodrama that rock set pieces substitute for the flat inevitability of the country variety. So my prescription is simple: more Tom T., less Bruce. Meanwhile, just say his vision of history is more convincing than his vision of personal relations. Which these days is another giveaway. B

Steve Earle: Train a Comin' [Winter Harvest, 1995]
When the vernacular flows easy or sounds that way, a rare thing, five wives and enough heroin to destroy a saner man are the kind of myth rock and roll fools are always mistaking for reality. And clean though Earle may be, he's not above or beyond embracing that myth--among his latest celebrations of romantic dysfunction is one where he all but dares the object of his obsession to call the cops. Better the laconic narratives and pipeline to the great American tune clusters of this alternative offering, a trad reimmersion with Norman Blake and Peter Rowan picking mandolins and dobros as Earle dredges up songs by his fine young self. "Tom Ames' Prayer" and "Hometown Blues," from '76 and '77, are as undeniable as any Earle this side of "The Devil's Right Hand." And so are "Angel Is the Devil" and "Ben McCulloch," from '92 and '95. A-

Steve Earle: I Feel Alright [Warner Bros., 1996]
demands its own Grammy category: Best Use of Outlaw Pathology in a Roots-Rock Setting ("South Nashville Blues," "CCKMP," "More Than I Can Do") ***

Steve Earle: El Corazón [Warner Bros., 1997]
Earle writes with the flair and searching eye of a great talker who's also a great reader, and he can sing with anyone--on The Songs of Jimmie Rodgers, his dissolute "In the Jailhouse Now" keeps the ball rolling after two of the canniest vocals of Bob Dylan's and Willie Nelson's not exactly thoughtless careers. But now that he's sober he sounds drunker than ever, recalling the blurry, lost-my-dentures drawl of John Prine at his cutest. And since unlike Prine he doesn't take naturally to cute, his back-porch sentimentality can seem as unearned as any folk revivalist's; when he reflects too much, as is his current spiritual wont, he proves that the only thing softer than a tough guy's heart of gold is a populist radical's corazon sangriento. While hoping the born-to-lose sex problems of his rock comeback are behind him, I still find his fast ones more convincing than his slow ones. A-

Steve Earle and the Del McCoury Band: The Mountain [E-Squared, 1999]
With bluegrass "more comfortable all the time," the sometime country-rocker turns in his strongest and loosest record of the decade. But bluegrass it ain't--it's too comfortable. I was so impressed with how the music moaned and shivered and flapped around in the wind I wondered how I'd ever overlooked McCoury's outfit until I played their new CD, which is just as clean and tight and anal as every other spoor of Bill Monroe I've ever swept out the door. Slurring like a moonshiner who's been on a mush diet since his bird dog died, Earle rowdies up McCoury's sharpsters till they turn all hairy and bounce off walls like the Pogues. And though the songs are less literary, more generic--blues and breakdown, "pinko folk song" and "real-live-bad-tooth hillbilly murder ballad"--literature is Earle's critical selling point. His stories always sing. A-

Steve Earle: Transcendental Blues [E-Squared/Artemis, 2000]
If "transcendence is about being still long enough to know when it's time to move on," as he says, he should quit scratching himself ("Over Yonder [Jonathan's Song]," "I Can Wait"). *

Steve Earle: Sidetracks [E-Squared/Artemis, 2002]
"Breed," "Ellis Unit One," "Time Has Come Today" Choice Cuts

Steve Earle: Jerusalem [Artemis, 2002]
See: Attack of the Chickenshits. A-

Steve Earle: The Revolution Starts Now [E-Squared/Artemis, 2004]
The title's poetic license, the artist half a poet at best ("Condi, Condi," "The Gringo's Tale"). **

Steve Earle: Washington Square Serenade [New West, 2007]
More songs about mortal struggle and mortal struggle--which can be beautiful, he's decided ("Down Here Below," "City of Immigrants"). *

Steve Earle: Townes [New West, 2009] Dud

Steve Earle: I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive [New West, 2011]
There'll never be too many songs about death or George W. Bush ("Little Emperor," "Waitin' on the Sky") *

The Low Highway [New West, 2013]
Still mad, which is what he's best at, but feeling his sobriety too, and good for him ("Burnin' It Down," "Calico County," "Remember Me") **

Steve Earle & the Dukes: Terraplane [New West, 2015]
Boss of the Blues, a/k/a Single Again ("Baby's Just as Mean as Me," "Ain't Nobody's Daddy Now") **

Colvin & Earle: Colvin & Earle [Fantasy, 2016]
On six cowrites and four sweet covers, Steve takes most of the starch out of Shawn, who retains enough to stiffen him up like he needs ("You Were on My Mind," "Happy and Free") **

Steve Earle: So You Wannabe an Outlaw [Warner Bros., 2017]
He's tried the outlaw thing, and on his best album in 15 years sets out to tell the world why it ain't all that. Your buddies on those roughneck temp gigs always head elsewhere. When the news from home is bad, and it will be, there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Hitchhiking is so over a fella could write a keeper about it. And to sum up: "Everybody reckons that they want to be free / Nobody wants to be alone." A guy who's been married seven times is more likely to know nothing about women than everything. But from "Comes to love fallin' is the easy part" to "You can't pretend / The line between a secret and a lie ain't razor thin," he gets a keeper out of that too. While I surely do agree that in love a secret and a lie are the same thing, I hope it will interest him to be told that the secret of not being alone is to let yourself keep falling--for the same one. A-

Steve Earle & the Dukes: Guy [New West, 2019]
However righteously you and the fellas rock out, swallowing Guy Clark's words is the oral equivalent of crossing your fingers behind your back ("Out in the Parking Lot," "New Cut Road") **