With their self-titled fourth record, Canadian country/rock purveyors The Sheepdogs, have laid down an absolute cracker. Mired deep within the sounds of the early ‘70s – shimmering country slide, jangling acoustic guitars interspersed with jagged electric riffery, soaring vocals (courtesy of Australian-born Ewan Currie) and punching keys – this record stretches out and just runs, a luxurious and continuous soundscape that transports you to a time when it was all about lush, warm music and little else.
Combine that with a solid, modern rock ‘n’ roll sound – Dandy Warhols-esque vocal falsetto, Soundgarden-ish soloing, thick and rumbling guitar lines – and you’ve got a record that sits just as well now as it would have then. Think The Band jamming with The Black Crowes and you’re in the ballpark – great album.
Samuel J. Fell