Sarah Shook & The Disarmers Sidelong CD

2017 release. North Carolina's Sarah Shook sings with a conviction and hard honesty sorely lacking in much of today's Americana landscape. Always passionate, and at times profane, Sarah stalks/walks the line between vulnerable and menacing. You can hear in her voice what's she's seen; world weary, hard lessons learned-or not-but always defiant. She level-steady means what she says. The Disarmers, with their snarling boom-chicka-boom guitars and an Old 97's swing in the rhythm section, keep it in the pocket. Tight and tough. Sidelong rides in the middle seat, before seat belts, of a '77 Buick Riviera blasting down a dirt road. Rowdy punk rock sneer to the right, a bottle in a bag; organic country three chords and the truth honesty on the left-one eye in the rear view mirror and one eye on the rough road ahead. It's a hell of a ride. Writing with a sense of urgency-so refreshing these days it's almost startling, Sarah's lyrics are in turn smart, funny, mean and above all honest. Sly turns of phrase so spot on they feel as old and true as the hymnal. Anger that's confrontational as it is concise. Humor that's as wry and resigned as a fallen sage's.

1. Keep the Home Fires Burnin' 2. The Nail 3. Heal Me 4. Sidelong 5. No Name 6. Dwight Yoakam 7. Misery Without Company 8. Solitary Confinement 9. Nothin' Feels Right But Doin' Wrong 10. Fuck Up 11. Make It Up to Mama 12. Road That Leads to You