Rating: NN
Of course, you knew that once James Blunt’s album sales cleared the 5 million mark the repercussions would be felt throughout the music business and soon other labels would be churning out sensitive whiners of their own. I never thought all-Americana homeboy Tim Easton had such a melancholic streak, but here he is on Ammunition wallowing in the pain and sorrow of a tortured troubadour’s life. The marks of Blunt force trauma are everywhere it sounds like Easton’s suffering even when he’s singing a celebratory tune. All that travelling between Homer, Alaska, Joshua Tree, Minneapolis and Cleveland to record the album with Ed Ackerson and Gary Louris — not to mention those difficult duet sessions with Tift Merritt and Lucinda Williams — must’ve been hard on the poor boy. How very sad. Tim Easton fights back the tears at Healey’s on Saturday (June 10) at 11 pm .
