Edwin McCain finds American tradition

Every now and again, a musician comes along that reminds you of the first time you heard The Beatles.

Edwin McCain doesn't really give you that feeling, but does promise to make you forget all those others who did.

This album at first came across as country to me. As you probably imagine, I wasn't pleased as I am not a fan of the fad country has become. The joke before was crying about your wife, dog, or rent, and then drinking and driving your pick up to make up for it. Or the other joke, what do you get if you play a country music song backwards? You wife, truck and huntin' dog back.

Well forget all the jokes, The Beatles, and anyone who sounded like them or reminded you of Revolver (although I love that album). Edwin McCain is for real.

His album, Lost in America, displays hope of music still having heart (you know, that thing that actually wrote songs before pop music sneaked in through the window and sliced it's arteries with a Pussy Cat Dolls' CD).

By far, the best song off this album is the closer, Babylon, which Edwin didn't write. But don't hold that against him, because his raspy voice will capture you, just a few seconds after the electric guitar does, and about a minute and a half before the flawless blues rooted solos redefine the structure of the album.

I highly recommend illegally downloading Babylon, and if you like, you may want to try purchasing this album and helping out the underdog.

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