Album Reviews

The Felice Brothers: Undress

The Felice Brothers
Undress
(Yep Roc)
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Thereโ€™s no shying away from current events on the first album in three years from upstate New Yorkโ€™s most popular roots act. As the bandโ€™s lone statement after the current administration has taken office, the brothers have plenty on their minds.

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The opening title track alone name-checks Republicans, Democrats, evangelicals, the Pentagon, conservatives, industrialists, anarchists, Bank of America, and even Kellyanne (Conway). It implores them, and America in general, to philosophically undress over a horn-infused soulful rocking melody. A similar political theme runs intermittently throughout these dozen songs. They address income inequality and simplifying life in โ€œHoly Weight Champโ€ (โ€œWhy should I have some/ when so many have noneโ€?), and rattling off the ups and downs of daily existence in โ€œThe Days And Years Of My Lifeโ€ (Watching birds on a drowsy sea/ sitting in the dark of a family treeโ€).

Musically, the occasional horns, a fuller production, and a more structured overall approach makes this eighth release the tightest, most focused Felice Brothers album yet. The Band comparisons that have followed the act over its 13-year career are far less pronounced as they tackle folksy country (โ€œThe Kidโ€), stomping garage rockers (โ€œSalvation Army Girlโ€), and a dark, banjo/accordion-propelled ballad about the protagonist leaving jail and returning to his family (โ€œHometown Heroโ€) that wouldnโ€™t be out of place on a Springsteen set. 

These tunes, many about blue-collar Americans trying to survive, are epitomized by โ€œJack Reminiscingโ€โ€™s โ€œAnd Iโ€™m drunk in the afternoon/ nearly every day.โ€ Ian and James Feliceโ€™s natural vocals, and the accompanying rootsy music, converge to convey an often lonely, frustrating existence with little hope of escape. 

The closing tale of a songwriter sentenced to death is grim and edgy in its potential reality, ending with a widescreen, near cacophonous rave-up atop the chilling words โ€œhealth to the tyrant/ health to the modern state/ health to the dollar.โ€ ย