Album: Ry Cooder, I, Flathead (Nonesuch)
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Your support makes all the difference.Cooder concludes his "California trilogy" with another crusty narrative, this time circulating around the activities and perspectives of an ageing fictional muso, Kash Buk. (There's a separate novella to go with the album.)
And if what you like, above all things, is immaculately played and produced high-resolution Americana, copiously endowed with flathead auto engines, then 'I Flathead' will knock you out. This is Cooder doing what he does best, which is to summon a lost America from his fibres and set it to the music he hears in other people's heads. Impressive, but not deeply moving.
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