This is all then complimented with all the vocal labors and the production provided by pianist extraordinaire Charlie Peacock. Though the duo’s singing is stellar, they didn’t come together as choir partners, they came together as songwriters, and many of this album’s songs speak to their refined style of composition, and their fearlessness in mining to the very depths of emotion. But still none of this seems to ever completely compromise the caliber of this duo’s fiery, raging talent.Įven if you cue up this album wanting to hate it, you can’t help but marvel at what Joy and John Paul accomplish, especially in lieu of the standing feud. They need some dirt thrown on them…whatever. They sound like music for someone richer than you, no matter what your personal wealth is. Though John Paul White gets his licks in, reading into the body language and other little hints in the run up to this release, White seemed to be the one who could take or leave The Civil Wars, and Joy is the one clinching to the past extravagances the band reveled in like a jilted Scarlet O’Hara.Īnd can we even enjoy music that relies so much on the intimacy between the two performers when we know they hate each other, especially when it is so easy to find things to hate about The Civil Wars to being with? They over sing about their overindulgent emotionalistic themes. When listening to the album, it is somewhat easy to convince yourself that Joy Williams enjoys the lion’s share of the spotlight compared to the balance of previous projects. Since we know roughly half of this album was recorded before Sherman burned Atlanta, and roughly the other half after Appomattox, a fun party game could be going through the track list of The Civil Wars and choosing which songs were recorded when. The Civil Wars Tension Creates Confusion For Fans
Though this result was likely not from trends as I’d opined early, and more from the duo burning too bright, there’s still this business of 12 new tracks that they’ve released into a world they once conquered as the one band of substance that would get recognition from the CMA Awards an Americana super-project if you will that could deliver some artistry into mainstream channels.
Insert your ironic quip about how a band called “The Civil Wars” ended in tumult here. Certain undisclosed, but publicly acknowledged irreconcilable differences have officially split the project in two, and almost kept this album from seeing the light of day altogether. Of course my stupid little opinion didn’t stop The Civil Wars from going on to win two Grammys, and selling half a million copies of their album Barton Hollow… despite the 3 retweets my little Twitter tirade got.īut now it is August of 2013, and by all accounts, The Civil Wars latest, self-titled album will be the duo’s swan song. And despite being admittedly impressed, after they sang a version of Michael Jackson’s “Billy Jean” (that even this country critic must admit is an underrated composition from an artistic standpoint), I unsheathed my 1st generation smartphone to declare to the world through the vessel of Twitter they they were the Steve Vai of singing, and smacked of a trend. They hung on each other’s notes like they had been singing together since birth-John Paul White looking strikingly like Johnny Depp, no doubt making the ladies in attendance swoon, and Joy Williams with her dark eyes and her voice rising like an angel. The duo’s songwriting and singing prowess was undeniable, and still is. It was one of those instances where the engagement was booked months before the band blew up, and now they were playing a show many times smaller than their standing in the musical world.
At the 2011 South by Southwest Festival in Austin, TX, I found myself standing smack dab in front of a stage at the airy Swan Dive venue on Red River Street, watching The Civil Wars do their worst.
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