Artist: My Morning Jacket
Column from web archive October 17, 2008
Randy Newman’s feel-good music for the new depression
YOU KNEW THAT HE WOULD: In the nine years since his previous release of new material, Randy Newman must have become overly associated with those animated Pixar flicks. How else to explain this past weekend’s concert introduction by a chirpy radio woman who promised an evening of music that would “make you feel good…swing and [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #75 May-June 2008
My Morning Jacket – Evil Urges
This disc should come with one of those “you must be this tall to ride” amusement park signs: The fifth studio album from My Morning Jacket roars through myriad peaks, dips, and loop-de-loops in 55 minutes. Sussing out who might (or might not) be ready for its highly variegated program is a tough call. A [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #66 Nov-Dec 2006
My Morning Jacket – Okonokos
My Morning Jacket never quite breaks loose, and swings only insofar as all American music swings, or pays lip service to the idea. At times, they’re reminiscent of a calibrated sludge-rock group like the Move. They shuffle big blocks of sound, just as the Move did on their Shazam and Looking On records, way back [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #59 Sept-Oct 2005
My Morning Jacket – Z
Z is buoyant, an interstate away from the Jacket’s major-label debut It Still Moves, which sounded as if our shaggy heroes were constructing a silo between themselves and their clingy early fans. As one of those pitiful mouthbreathers, I didn’t like feeling locked out, and so I took the time to cultivate sundry territorial pissings: [...]
Miked - Live Reviews from Issue #52 July-Aug 2004
My Morning Jacket – Commodore Ballroom (Vancouver, B.C.)
While smoking pot isn’t technically legal in Vancouver, you can pretty much puff away without anyone, including the cops, giving you a hard time. Marijuana is the west coast of Canada’s #1 cash crop, which means scoring is no more difficult than picking up a six-pack of Bud in America. That makes the city home [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #52 July-Aug 2004
My Morning Jacket – Acoustic Citsuoca
Do not underestimate My Morning Jacket. Like the Byrds or Lone Justice, they are an act that defies easy classification, providing a perfect gateway for fans of one genre into the joys of another. Such is their draw that folks who would never have considered attending the Bonnaroo Festival, for fear of asphyxiating on patchouli [...]
The Long Way Around - Feature from Issue #47 Sept-Oct 2003
My Morning Jacket – Reverb rebels
If the story of My Morning Jacket’s rise to the middle seems familiar, it’s because you’ve been hearing it, with other bands’ names attached, for years: Five polite young men of occasionally suspicious hygiene, ignored by the hometown hipsters, make good. They release several promising indie albums, find success overseas thanks to Europeans enthralled with [...]
Waxed - Record Review from Issue #34 July-Aug 2001
My Morning Jacket – At Dawn
It’s obvious from the leadoff/title track of their sophomore album that Louisville’s My Morning Jacket has big plans. Frontman Jim James is told to forget his musical dreams, to which he responds, “That’s when my knife rises, their life ends and my life starts again.” Such defensiveness might sound pretentious in the hands of lesser [...]
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