According to physicist Brian Green, the commonly understood notion of linear time is a fallacy. The events of 20 years, today and 20 years into the so-called future are part of a same space time ‘loaf’ – what we consider ‘now’ is simply a slice of that loaf.
In that context, The Happy Lonesome’s debut album was already written when Matt Green (no relation to Brian that I’m aware of) formed The Happy Lonesome in the late 1990s.
Whatever its spatial and temporal characteristics, The Happy Lonesome is worth the wait. It’s a rocking record with a dash of country. Tracks like High in the Noose, Even Fight and Points of View grind and thrust with cock-swaggering intent. There’s a bit of gingham and denim country pop sensibility in Step After Step and underneath the dusty exterior of Hunger and Hunt can be found some dirty blues rock. These Days is the best song Bruce Springsteen never recorded in 1975, Have Mercy is where My Pal could’ve gone if it was conceived in a Texas bar. Freak City is LA rock in all its cocaine-sniffing, ego-fellating glory, and Don’t Throw Stones is down on its luck, and all the more powerful for it.
By Patrick Emery