Gig Alert: Truth & Salvage Co. at House of Blues' Cambridge Room on Sunday Night
With much of today's musical landscape littered with pre-fab pop acts that are adept at costume changes and magazine cover shoots (if little else), it's easy to understand that many folks are quick to embrace any artist or act that possesses even a slight resemblance to certain sounds of the past that strike a chord of authentic warmth. And, in turn, over the course of the last couple of years, there has been a peaceful, easy, resurgence of the communal musical love that is kissed by the hazy shine of the rays that blanket southern California's canyons.
Given that there is a monumentally huge difference between sounding old-school and sounding, well, old, it's no grand surprise that California's Truth & Salvage Co. has been winning fans with their easy-loving, breezy and harmonious rock 'n' roll. When it comes to the group's debut, self-titled album, all the key ingredients for a good-timing Cali-rock album are in perfect proportion: pot, beards, laid-back love, and plenty of Los Angelino mirth.
And, oh yeah, there's also a Black Crowe.
Chris Robinson has held tight to the jammy, love-struck vibe he dispensed with the last Black Crowes release and, in producing this album, he has honed the Hollywood Hills hippie-ness of four singer/songwriters--Walker Young, Tim Jones, Bill Smith and Scott Kennebec--into an air-tight package that could've easily popped out of a hemp-lined time capsule where the premium is on robust licks of the Hammond B3, the whispy tears of the lap steel and, of course, one hell of a scorching guitar.
The opening line of the entire record sets the table aptly: "Hail, Hail, the gang's all here, with our heads full of reefer and our bellies full of beer." Of course, the songs still have to rock, above all else and regardless of what time period it may be.
And, truth be told, they do. See for yourself on Sunday, where the band will be joined by recently resurgent local folk favorite, Deadman.