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Hayes Carll: KMAG YOYO (and Other American Stories)

Hayes Carll
KMAG YOYO (and Other American Stories)
(Lost Highway)
[Rating: 4 stars]

To write a story song about a teenaged G.I. thatโ€™s not the least bit romanticized or callous and stands a reasonable chance of being funny to peaceniks and hawks alike takes deft, down-to-earth wit. Hayes Carll has it, and heโ€™s penned just such a story song: the talking garage blues title track of his new album, KMAG YOYO (and Other American Stories), a name borrowed from a military acronym for a decidedly down-to-earth expression (โ€œKiss My Ass Guys, Youโ€™re On Your Own.โ€) This young soldier of Carllโ€™s has no money, no prospects and no other choice but to enlist. But he gets a lot more than he bargained for in the process, finding himself drugged up and strapped into an experimental rocket, courtesy of the Pentagon.

Carllโ€™s a tall, thirtysomething guy working in the tall shadow of the Texas songwriting tradition, though the wordโ€™s already spread outside the Lone Star State that he can hold his own as a writer, and that heโ€™s got a way with humor. It wasnโ€™t for nothing that he had a Ray Wylie Hubbard co-write on his last album and a Guy Clark co-write on the album before that. Or that Todd Snider โ€“ whoโ€™s not a Texan per se, but stands in the writerly lineage of Jerry Jeff Walker, who is one โ€“ takes a verse during the shambling hobo ballad โ€œBottle In My Hand.โ€ Carll is proving more and more that his name belongs with the heavyweights.

Even though heโ€™s put his own twisted twist on themes like the war in Afghanistan and religious devotion โ€“ the latter serving as grist for the irreverent mill in โ€œShe Left Me For Jesus,โ€ the funniest number on 2008โ€™s Trouble In Mind โ€“ heโ€™s not a topical songwriter so much as a character-driven one. The characters โ€“ who canโ€™t always be told apart from Carllโ€™s rambling, guitar-toting, barroom poet persona โ€“ tend to be blue collar slouches or spitfires, self-deprecating, brokenhearted boozers and worldly-wise guys who live out their lives on the road.

Carllโ€™s fourth album doesnโ€™t alter the cast of characters all that much. In the droll, tumbledown duet โ€œAnother Like You,โ€ he plays the part of a smart-assed Democrat drinking himself into a stupor. He meets his match in Cary Ann Hearstโ€™s pickled-drunk, big-mouthed Republican. Theyโ€™re strangely attracted to each other โ€“ for one night. Itโ€™s the sharp, peculiar detail in Carllโ€™s one-liners that makes the song; for that matter, thatโ€™s what makes a lot of his songs. Each verse of this one is a rhyming ping pong match of trash talk. One stingingly funny exchange goes like this: โ€œShouldnโ€™t you be purging?/Well youโ€™re probโ€™ly still a virgin.โ€

Whatโ€™s different about KMAG YOYO is that Carllโ€™s now a singing, songwriting leader of a band โ€“ The Poor Choices โ€“ as opposed to a guy mostly used to playing alone. While his songs have tended to be showcases for clever lyric writing, some of these new ones came out music-first, right there in the studio, with his band. That may explain why the album opens with some feral British Invasion rock in โ€œStomp and Hollerโ€ and arrives a few tracks later at the amiable AM pop of โ€œGrand Parade.โ€ Both of those tracks are at least as much about feel as the words.

Just before โ€œGrand Paradeโ€ comes โ€œChances Are,โ€ the finest true-blue country ballad in Carllโ€™s catalog to date. With mournful steel guitar backing him up, his antihero pines for a woman so close and yet so out of reach; the hurt is that much worse because heโ€™s sabotaged himself. George Strait Carll is not, but the way his frayed drawl catches on the notes really drives home the heartbreak.

Itโ€™s when he reaches the affectingly simple final track, โ€œHide Me Babe,โ€ that his road-worn bravado completely melts away. He sounds like heโ€™s reached his limit and had a โ€œcome to Jesusโ€ moment, wearily, earnestly swearing off hard-living ways with a thrumming, sympathetic gospel choir and fluent Wurlitzer behind him. Between โ€œStomp and Hollerโ€ and here, he and his American stories have covered a lot of ground.

(This review is featured in our March/April issue)