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Tracklist (CD)
| 1 | | Let's Kill Saturday Night | | | | 2 | | Caroline | | | | 3 | | Pretty Little Poison | | | | 4 | | She Must Think I Like Poetry | | | | 5 | | Bethelridge | | | | 6 | | Take Me To The Paradise | | | | 7 | | Little King | | |
See more tracks| 8 | | You Shouldn't Have | | | | 9 | | God Isn't Real | | | | 10 | | Down In Her Arms | | | | 11 | | Can't Win For Losing You | | | | 12 | | Night Accident | | | | 13 | | Stone River | | |
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Review
On his two earlier, indielabel albums, Robbie Fulks struck convincing blows for the alt-country insurgency with his subversive wit and urbane roots rock. Let's Kill Saturday Night, by comparison, is a letdown, a serious-minded record that couldn't inflict a flesh wound on your weekend. With a few exceptions, like the heavy-handed "God Isn't Real," Fulks' irreverence has gone south, and that doesn't mean below the Mason-Dixon line. He seems convinced that a major-label debut calls for major statements, so Let's Kill Saturday Night –… Read More co-produced by Rick Will, who is used to taming the likes of No Doubt and AC/DC – exhibits a weighty self-consciousness with little of its predecessors' spry, whimsical bite. The strain of Fulks trying to alter his persona really shows. In "Caroline" and "She Must Think I Like Poetry," he reaches beyond his vocal range and growls unconvincingly. Compare these exertions with his smooth delivery and the in-the-pocket playing on 1997's South Mouth, coproduced with a light, simpatico touch by Lou Whitney of the Skeletons. Occasionally, Fulks also lapses into the generic. The title song is a standard-issue call to honky-tonk revelry; the wordy "Little King" trips over itself trying to be a hard-rocking anthem. And "Pretty Little Poison" is an overheated duet with Lucinda Williams, swamped by guitar histrionics. Ultimately, Let's Kill Saturday Night miscasts Fulks' considerable talent. Memo to Geffen: Bring back Lou Whitney. (RS 797) PARKE PUTERBAUGH |
