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Boggs We Are The Boggs We Are |
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| Oh brother, where art thou?...And why have you forsaken The Boggs? The album cover looks deceptively similar to the first Faces record, but the music comes across more like a drunken amateur night for aspiring bluegrass musicians. Traditional hillbilly, country, and blues music is a sacred part of the American folk tradition. This does not necessarily make the genre untouchable, but it does demand a certain skill, sensitivity, and knowledge of the tradition. As for the latter, I can’t be the judge. But the lack of skill and sensitivity seem to be all too obvious on this record. To their credit, they are champions of a noble sound, and occasionally they strike an authentic chord; but for the most part, the affected vocals of Jason Friedman and the “nostalgic” recording styles used painfully throughout the entire record seem like a dirty trick. Sorry fellas, keep practicing.-- | |
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A.P.S.
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