Daughn Gibson - Me Moan
With his well advertised background as a truck driver, you’d be forgiven for thinking you know what to expect from Daughn Gibson’s second album. Maybe some authentic country? Hard nosed country-rock? What about one man strumming his guitar folkish-ness? Not even close; what you actually get is quite different. Coming across as a less witty John Grant and the fella from Crash Test Dummies, Gibson has crafted something darker and more left-field than the usual Americana genre efforts. And with the release of Me Moan he’s attempting to bring a sometimes old fashioned genre into the modern age.
The electronic whirs and drumming-on-speed of opener ‘The Sound Of Law’ are a good barometer for the rest of the album, which is a mishmash of traditional American themes laid out on fresh soundscapes. The most obviously conventional track, ‘Kissin On The Blacktop’ lies in wait at the back end of the track listing. Before then you’ll navigate the Americana backwaters through the downbeat plodding of ‘Phantom Rider’; the dark, dirty soul of ‘The Pisgee Nest’; atmospheric dance on ‘You Don’t Fade’, and the crazy sonic attack of ‘The Right Signs’. Lyrically it’s sometimes tough to distinguish what’s being sung as Gibson’s inhumanly deep baritone registers at a level most won’t find easy to hear clearly, and on occasion he sails a little too near to parody. When you do adjust to the vocal level what you’ll hear are dark tales of people and incidents brought vividly to life - songwriting from the dark corners of America. Tough to pigeonhole, this is music made for late night listening. Put your headphones on, turn the lights off, press play, and take a trip to Gibson’s world.