‘American Goldwing’ is the title track taken from Blitzen Trapper’s 2011 effort, and much like ‘Love The Way You Walk Away’, a taster from the record that leaked earlier this month, it persists in affirming an amended direction in which the American pop band substitute their future-folk for desert-bound traditionalism.
What with a rocketing esteem for the new breed of country-crafting troubadours and whisky swigging urban cowboys indebted to the Canyon clan, Blitzen Trapper’s sixth validates that their dormant aptitude for harmonica tooting tales has exposed its slack-jawed slur at the right time.
From what I’ve heard so far, these two songs suggest that their previous album, ‘Furr’, marked the dying gasp of waving dysfunctionalism as they take a leap into the past while pulling on the strings of modern ramblers like The Only Sons. Banjos cling to coarse and smoky harmonies while harps stomp their snake skin boots upon the spat tobacco that lines the sawdust of honky tonk bars from Atlanta to Alabama.
Even the title, ‘American Goldwing’, suggests a tipped Stetson towards Nelson and the Outlaws, strengthening the fact that this is much more for the Drive-By Truckers tribe than the angelic folk of Peckenfold and co.
Blitzen Trapper -- American Goldwing by gatorbutts
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