Jenny Don’t and the Spurs Hear the Call of the Road

I think the first thing you need to know about Jenny is that, according to the band’s press materials, she can actually ride a horse. And ride it well. It occurs to me that in the five or so years of running this blog, I haven’t seen too many would-be country singers convincingly pose with, on, or near a horse. So that should tell you something about the band’s music.

This is country. Through and through. Meat and potatoes. There’s no posturing or fetishizing the music. The Spurs are as on-point as a backing band can be, with a furious rhythm section and a tastefully eloquent slide guitar. While Jenny’s voice would be at home with many of the indie bands in their native Portland, there’s only one type of song it’s meant for: cracking open that first PBR at the honky tonk. The band never slips into irony here: Jenny’s heartbreaks and triumph are pure, filtered through the requisite veneer of propriety and sincerity of a 60s country singer flirting with a possible step over the line into outlaw music. Remarkably, it works. Jenny Don’t and the Spurs proves that country is only as dead as we let it be.

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Originally posted on Adobe & Teardrops