You’ll probably remember Cotton from a couple months ago. His country-punk tickled my ears and heart strings. The White Eagle, by contrast, rips them out.
Cotton’s new album is much more stripped down — the man, his guitar, and some keyboards. While most of the songs have a decidedly country bent, the minimalism in the production gives the album a contemporary feel. The songs aren’t exactly as much fun as last time, either. Witness “Crack Whore”:
I take the bus
To get to where I go
When I get to where I go
I still don’t know
Why I got out of bed
In the first place
Only to find myself
Standing here, in last place
Now I can carry on
Just like a crack whore
Whose in need of a fix
and has a back door
Down on my knees
I swallow ’til I’m sore
Just to get to that place
Where I don’t have to feel anymore
and down on my knees
I swallow ’til I’m sore
Just to get to that place
Where I don’t have to feel anymore
and down on my knees
I swallow ’til I’m sore
Just to get to that place
Where I don’t have to feel anymore
Cotton’s apathetic monotone only drives the point home — especially once the repetition starts. But then there are songs like “Green” and “A Bad Case of Gas,” about the magic of weed and flatulence. In short, Cotton’s clearly a prolific songwriter with a lot on his mind.
And we’ve got one more Kickstarter campaign for you — Detroit-based the Whiskey Charmers need just a liiiiiitle bit of a push to fund their debut album. I’ve enjoyed what I’ve heard so far and strongly endorse the album.