Hayes Carll
KMAG YOYO (and Other American Stories)
(Lost Highway)
[Rating: 4 stars]
To write a story song about a teenaged G.I. thatโs 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 heโs 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 (โKiss My Ass Guys, Youโre On Your Own.โ) This young soldier of Carllโs 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.
Carllโs a tall, thirtysomething guy working in the tall shadow of the Texas songwriting tradition, though the wordโs already spread outside the Lone Star State that he can hold his own as a writer, and that heโs got a way with humor. It wasnโt 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 whoโs 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 โBottle In My Hand.โ Carll is proving more and more that his name belongs with the heavyweights.
Even though heโs 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 โShe Left Me For Jesus,โ the funniest number on 2008โs Trouble In Mind โ heโs not a topical songwriter so much as a character-driven one. The characters โ who canโt always be told apart from Carllโs 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.
Carllโs fourth album doesnโt alter the cast of characters all that much. In the droll, tumbledown duet โAnother Like You,โ he plays the part of a smart-assed Democrat drinking himself into a stupor. He meets his match in Cary Ann Hearstโs pickled-drunk, big-mouthed Republican. Theyโre strangely attracted to each other โ for one night. Itโs the sharp, peculiar detail in Carllโs one-liners that makes the song; for that matter, thatโs 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: โShouldnโt you be purging?/Well youโre probโly still a virgin.โ
Whatโs different about KMAG YOYO is that Carllโs 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 โStomp and Hollerโ and arrives a few tracks later at the amiable AM pop of โGrand Parade.โ Both of those tracks are at least as much about feel as the words.
Just before โGrand Paradeโ comes โChances Are,โ the finest true-blue country ballad in Carllโs 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 heโs sabotaged himself. George Strait Carll is not, but the way his frayed drawl catches on the notes really drives home the heartbreak.
Itโs when he reaches the affectingly simple final track, โHide Me Babe,โ that his road-worn bravado completely melts away. He sounds like heโs reached his limit and had a โcome to Jesusโ moment, wearily, earnestly swearing off hard-living ways with a thrumming, sympathetic gospel choir and fluent Wurlitzer behind him. Between โStomp and Hollerโ and here, he and his American stories have covered a lot of ground.
(This review is featured in our March/April issue)









