Jim White – album review

Jim White
Where It Hits You


Jim White is one of the strongest and most interesting writers of a generation. His first few albums on David Byrne’s Luaka Bop label are treasures, quirky tributes to the American South filtered through skewed musical lenses proffered by decidedly un-Southern production by the likes of Morcheeba and Sade’s Andrew Hale. His last couple albums have tamed the production, but the stories remain. And when it’s all gone, isn’t that all that ever remains? Where It Hits You, his first for the Yep Roc label, is another in a career full of three-minute Coen Brothers films. If the songs hint at a more mature brand of eccentricity, I point you to the career arc of the aforementioned. He’s still lost somewhere in Mississippi (“State of Grace”), and waxing poetic about the promises of religion (“My Brother’s Keeper”). Each listen brings you a bit closer to the songs’ hearts. Oh, to ride shotgun with a full tank in an iffy van across state lines with Jim White. — Damien McPherson

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