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Old Crow Medicine Show Album: “O.C.M.S.”
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Old Crow Medicine Show: Willie Watson, Critter Fuqua (vocals, guitar, banjo); Ketch Secor (vocals, fiddle, harmonica); Kevin Hayes (guitar, gut-jo); Morgan Jahnig (upright bass).
<p>Additional personnel: David Rawlings (guitar); Gillian Welch (drums).
<p>Recorded at RCA, Woodland Sound Studios, Nashville, Tennessee.
<p>The fourth album by string-band revivalists Old Crow Medicine Show and their first for Nettwerk Records, O.C.M.S. is the band's strongest work. Evenly split between traditional folk and blues songs like "C.C. Rider" and "Poor Man" and originals by the band members, these 11 songs are solid, unpretentious folk-rock delivered with enough zest to lift it from the trad ghetto. The album ends with the band's signature song, "Wagon Wheel," which banjo player Ketcham Secor wrote around the chorus of an uncompleted song that appeared on a Bob Dylan bootleg in the mid-1970s.
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Album Information :
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UPC:067003034920
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Format:CD
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Type:Performer
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Genre:Rock & Pop
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Artist:Old Crow Medicine Show
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Guest Artists:Gillian Welch
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Producer:David Rawlings
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Label:Nettwerk America
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Distributed:BMG (distributor)
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Release Date:2006/01/01
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Original Release Year:2004
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Discs:1
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Mono / Stereo:Stereo
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Studio / Live:Studio
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36 of 37 people found the following review helpful:
- Go to a live show!
These guys will awe you. It was so good that I couldn't help but to laugh in spite of myself. The music and energy they projected was incredible. I saw them a couple of weeks ago at a show in Tennessee. It was a private farm, rolling hills, thick tall timber. I had no idea what was in store for me. They ripped up the front porch of that farmhouse with melodies and sheer, uninhibited enthusiasm. Wave after wave of mind blowing tunes, punctuated by the delight of plain old unselfconscious getting down, blasted me to a new level of musical appreciation. They were broadcasting that night, not with a weak radio antenna, but with music. You couldn't get with earshot of the porch without feeling a buzz. That was some powerful stuff.
The night couldn't have been better either, cold with a huge bonfire, a blanket of stars, and the best group of friends you could ever hope to be around. No one was a stranger. Who could have been, really? I kept thinking, where was the rest of the world? Did they know about this? And if so, why weren’t they here? What do I have to do to get more? I'm hooked, I'm a junkie. I need my next fix.
I feel I was let in on something that night, something very special. Standing around the bonfire, a guy told me, "A ray of light follows these guys." And I swear it does. If you can't see it, feel it, taste it like the twang from tinfoil in your mouth, then your dead, that’s all there is to it. They will lift you and you won't come down for weeks, perhaps a part of you never will.
Buy their CD, get a taste, because that's all it is, a sip. Go to the source and sate yourself, there's an abundance. Thanks Old Crow, I'll see you at Jazz Fest.
12 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
- being from appalachia...
I can tell you that these boys are worth the price of a cd. I eat lunch at least once a week at the place where doc watson discovered these yankees so you can trust me when I say that these guys are the real deal. Cut the derivative talk... if Doc says they are cool than no one else has a say in the matter...
8 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
- College kids will love this
Unbelievable. I just found out about this band and thought it was worth the risk, because, lets face it, the contemporary state of bluegrass is pretty boring, aside from a few really good artists who have been around for awhile. Nobody was exploding onto the scene. Until now. I'm about to graduate from law school in PA and only a couple years removed from UVA, and I can tell you, the southern college scene, and maybe the national college scene, is ready to embrace music like this. This is bluegrass with passion. The ballads are steeped in emotion and power, the way the Carter Family use to warble until it made your hair stand up on end. CC Rider is done with knowledge and care, like old time legendary classics should be. But then they give something to it that its never had. The rave ups are the best, and deservedly so, will get the most attention. "Tear it" has the best speed harmonies I've ever heard. The original composition "Tell" is awesome as well. But the last track is the strongest. Some of these songs are better than Man of Constant Sorrow and deserve airplay. These guys were meant to play together. You couldn't get a better combination of vocal styles and harmonies by two front men if you scoured the countryside looking for it. I love the Stanleys, JE Mainer, and Monroe, these guys, at least on this album, sound right up there with them to me (I know that's a strong statement, but I said THIS ALBUM only). This album, at least I think, is a classic. But only time will tell. If you are new to bluegrass it will turn you into a fan instantly. If you're an old fan, come into it with an open mind like I did, and you will be shocked at how smart and traditional, as well as new and raw these guys are.
13 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
- My Favorite Album (right now)
I absolutely loved this album and it is an album, unlike so many cds now that are just a string of totally miss matched musical tracks. I picked it at random for the record store and couldn't stop listening to it. It is original, while still being so entrenched in what makes bluegrass great. I do not listen to a lot of bluegrass or country normally sticking more to rock and punk, but that really is not a problem here. The vocals and energy of this album wouldn't be out of place in any good punk or rock band. If you love bluegrass, buy this album. If you love rock, buy this album. Hey, if you like to be suprised, buy this album.
7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
- please, save your country-fried soul, and buy this
Here it is: This is the kind of music that feels like it always was inside of you, but you never knew where it was, until you turned off this highway down this tarchipped road and before you knew it, you were in the pines thinking of how your grandmother used to look smoking winston 100s in the kitchen of her trailer, which sat on a half acre of land not far from Swallow Falls, Maryland, and inside, there's the memory of the rumble of the Conrail trains that used rock on by, a rumble that's warm and sad and good all at once, and so you stop among those pines just to take a break and breath the air.
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