You can feel like you're in the 50s listening to this record. Apart from this time-capsule-quality, nothing really stand out for me and I fail to understand what is so important here that we need to listen to it before we die.
You can feel like you're in the 50s listening to this record. Apart from this time-capsule-quality, nothing really stand out for me and I fail to understand what is so important here that we need to listen to it before we die.
This is an album that does exactly what it says on the tin. Songs of heartache, sorrow, loneliness, doom, disaster and tragedy, and one song about how great it is to live in Kentucky. The Louvin Brothers sing in glorious close harmony, accompanying some fine music, mostly in a bluegrass style, although there are also a couple of gospel songs added to this album in case y’all could use some churchin’ up. However, it turns out that real life was to tragically imitate the art. Of the brothers, Charlie was the sensible one but apparently Ira was the bad seed, prone to drinking and fits of temper, and after they parted ways in 1963 he died in a car crash a few years later. Sad.