What seems to be an unlikely pairing of former
Led Zeppelin vocalist
Robert Plant and bluegrass superstar
Alison Krauss is actually one of the most effortless-sounding duos in modern popular music. The bridge seems to be producer
T-Bone Burnett and the band assembled for this outing: drummer
Jay Bellerose (who seems to be the session drummer in demand these days), upright bassist
Dennis Crouch, guitarists
Marc Ribot and
Burnett, with
Greg Leisz playing steel here and there, and a number of other guest appearances.
Krauss, a monster fiddle player, only does so on two songs here. The proceedings are, predictably, very laid-back.
Burnett has only known one speed these last ten years, and so the material chosen by the three is mostly very subdued. This doesn't make it boring, despite
Burnett's production, which has become utterly predictable since he started working with
Gillian Welch. He has a "sound" in the same way
Daniel Lanois does: it's edges are all rounded, everything is very warm, and it all sounds artificially dated.
Sam Phillips' "Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us" is a centerpiece on this set. It has her fingerprints all over it. This tune, with its forlorn, percussion-heavy tarantella backdrop, might have come from a
Tom Waits record were it not so intricately melodic -- and
Krauss' gypsy swing fiddle is a gorgeous touch. There is an emptiness at the heart of longing particularly suited to
Krauss' woodsy voice, and
Plant's harmony vocal is perfect, understated yet ever-present. It's the most organically atmospheric tune on the set -- not in terms of production, but for lyric and compositional content. Stellar.
Plant's own obsession with old rockabilly and blues tunes is satisfied on the set's opener, "Rich Woman," by Dorothy LaBostrie and McKinley Miller. It's all swamp, all past midnight, all gigolo boasting.
Krauss' harmony vocal underscores
Plant's low-key crooned boast as a mirror, as the person being used and who can't help it. Rollie Salley's "Killing the Blues" is all cough syrup guitars, muffled tom toms, and played-in-bedroom atmospherics. Nonetheless, the two vocalists make a brilliant song come to life with their shared sorrow, and it's as if the meaning in the tune actually happens from the bitter irony in the space between the two vocalists as the whine of
Leisz's steel roots this country song in the earth, not in the white clouds reflected in its refrain. There are a pair of
Gene Clark tunes here as well.
Plant is a
Clark fan, and so it's not a surprise, but the choices are: "Polly Come Home" and "Through the Morning, Through the Night" come from the second
Dillard & Clark album from 1969 with the same title as the latter track. The first is a haunting ballad done in an old-world folk style that
Clark would have been proud of. It reflects the same spirit and character as his own
White Light album, but with
Plant and
Krauss, the spirit of Celtic-cum-Appalachian style that influenced bluegrass, and the Delta blues that influenced rock, are breached. "Through the Morning, Through the Night" is a wasted country love song told from the point of view of an outlaw.
Plant gets his chance to rock -- a bit -- in
the Everly Brothers' "Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On)." While it sounds nothing like the original,
Plant's pipes get to croon and drift over the distorted guitars and a clipped snare; he gets to do his trademark blues improv bit between verses. To be honest, it feels like it was tossed off and, therefore, less studied than anything else here: it's a refreshing change of pace near the middle of the disc. It "rocks" in a roots way.
"Please Read the Letter" is written by
Plant, Page Charlie Jones, and Michael Lee. Slow, plodding, almost crawling,
Krauss' harmony vocal takes it to the next step, adds the kind of lonesome depth that makes this a song whispered under a starless sky rather than just another lost love song.
Waits and
Kathleen Brennan's "Trampled Rose," done shotgun ballad style, is, with the
Phillips tune, the most beautiful thing here.
Krauss near the top of her range sighs into the rhythm.
Patrick Warren's toy piano sounds more like a marimba, and his pump organ adds to the percussive nature of this wary hymn from the depths. When she sings "You never pay just once/To get the job done," this skeletal band swells.
Ribot's dobro sounds like a rickety banjo, and it stutters just ahead of the bass drum and tom toms in
Bellerose's kit. Naomi Neville's "Fortune Teller" shows
Burnett at his best as a producer. He lets
Plant's voice come falling out of his mouth, staggering and stuttering the rhythms so they feel like a combination of Delta blues, second-line New Orleans, and Congo Square drum walk. The guitar is nasty and distorted, and the brush touches with their metallic sheen are a nice complement to the bass drums. It doesn't rock; it struts and staggers on its way.
Krauss' wordless vocal in the background creates a nice space for that incessant series of rhythms to play to.
The next three tunes are cagey, even for this eclectic set:
Mel Tillis' awesome ballad "Stick with Me Baby" sounds more like
Dion & the Belmonts on the street corner on cough syrup and meaning every word. There is no doo wop, just the sweet melody falling from the singers' mouths like an incantation with an understated but pronounced rhythm section painting them singing together in front of a burning ash can. This little gem is followed by a reading of
Townes Van Zandt's "Nothin'" done in twilight
Led Zeppelin style. It doesn't rock either. It plods and drifts, and crawls.
Krauss' fiddle moans above the tambourine, indistinct and distorted; low-tuned electric guitars and the haunted, echoing banjo are a compelling move and rescue the melody from the sonic clutter -- no, sonic clutter is not a bad thing. The weirdest thing is that while it's the loudest tune on the set, it features
Norman Blake on acoustic guitar with
Burnett. This is what singer/songwriter heavy metal must sound like. And it is oh-so-slow. The final part of the trilogy of the weird takes place on Little Milton Campbell's "Let Your Loss Be Your Lesson," a jangly country rocker in the vein of
Neil Young without the weight and creak of age hindering it.
Krauss is such a fine singer, and she does her own
Plant imitation here. She has his phrasing down, his slippery way of enunciating, and you can hear why this was such a great match-up. The band can play backbone slip rockabilly shuffle with their eyes closed and their hands tied behind their backs, and they do it here. It's a great moment before the close. The haunting, old-timey "Your Long Journey by A.D. and Rosa Lee Watson," with its autoharp (played by
Mike Seeger no less),
Riley Baugus' banjo,
Crouch's big wooden bass, and
Blake's acoustic guitar, is a whispering way to send this set of broken love songs off into the night. These two voices meld together seamlessly; they will not be swallowed even when the production is bigger than the song. They don't soar, they don't roar, they simply sing songs that offer different shades of meaning as a result of this welcome collaboration. ~ Thom Jurek