‘Georgia, sweet Georgia’. Hailing from the great peach state and holding arguably one of the finest forenames dreamt up by those who threw up the first middle finger and sailed over yonder to start anew, the very first outlaws, if you will...comes the great, Scott Low. That said The New Vintage is the newest invader of my stereo system, hot damn if it ain’t a hootenanny in disguise, fancy chickin’ pickin’ solos with a driving backline to keep it all in line. Best described as slowing down to hurry up, in other words, saying more in a few bars than most folks do in long winded, all-weekend planned water cooler story. Less is more in this game, say it quick with fervor sans overthought wordplay or risk coming off like styrofoam balls on a holiday tree. The impression is in the message and its delivery; chords plus truth, tall tale or brute truth, “no one sings like Elvis anymore”.
The New Vintage is too country for folk, and too folk for country; too dumb for New York City and too ugly for LA. Pressing on all audible pressure points, the ten song record, available June 17th on 10 Foot Woody Records, sports gripping solos on both guitar and lap steel by the jazz trained guitarist Low. Not to be overlooked are the songs themselves, there’s meat on that bone, stories needed to be told to those heady enough to actually listen. There’s some jangle pop like “Little Nicky” and “Kiss You Again” that can easily hold weight on real country airwaves (they may exist somewhere), plenty Hayes Carll-esque headscratchers that hit the listener on the treadmill or perhaps a walk to fill another cup of coffee, and plainly a grand collection of wholesome genre-bending songs crafted in the hazy North Georgia mountains.
Pre-order kicks off as soon as you’re done reading this and as an extra bonus you get an immediate download of a live show to satisfy your inner attention deficit disorder as soon as you purchase your copy. Scott Low is clearly keyed into The New Vintage, prepare the dustbuster and moth balls, flowbies and zubaz pants or at least that dusty slip mat and cold speaker coil, there’s a lesson to be learned. Country music is alive and more well then ever, brace yourselves' for the premier of the album’s second track, “Mr. Gold & The Jesters”…(No Depression: 4/11/16)