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 WYCKHAM PORTEOUS: IN THIS WORLD (Ragged
                        Pup)
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 "There's a black crow on a steeple
                        top
 and he waits for me like he wants to
                        talk"
 
 The opening verse from the fourth disc by
                        this Vancouver Island-born Canadian
                        combined with the cover photo of a
                        decomposing Yak in Tibet portend doom and
                        gloom. However first song 'In this world'
                        sets off at a rattling pace and
                        immediately the lyrics combine emotion
                        and politics in equal measure. New
                        producer Moris Tepper, veteran of
                        sessions with the cream of the L.A.
                        Blues/weird crew Waits/Beck/Beefheart
                        ,and engineer Joe Chiccarelli, who has
                        worked with Steve Wynn and Cracker
                        amongst others, add a distinctly new
                        flavour to the dish of roots/americana
                        served on previous CD - 'Looking for
                        ground'. That recording charted a
                        longstanding ambition to record 'down
                        south' which Porteous romances in an
                        almost Band manner. The disc was a
                        coherant slab of singer/songwriter fare
                        in the Robert Earl Keen / Joe Ely mould
                        which gained prestigious awards and
                        seemed to have nailed the artist
                        stylistically forever. The presence of
                        noteworthy Austin performer Jimmy LaFave
                        and back up from Abra Moore and Christine
                        Levine seemed to have fulfilled his
                        ambitions and a steady stream of albums
                        from down south were expected.
 However this recording sees him on a new
                        label and having the roots rocker image
                        given a severe trial by the production
                        team. Tepper challenged him to leave the
                        'comfort zone' of his previous work
                        behind and try singing in a higher key
                        and also brought in some eclectic
                        instrumentation. The result sounds
                        different to his previous folkier outings
                        - a self/titled debut and the exceptional
                        17-song 'Could it be my road' which
                        served to raise his profile in his native
                        British Columbia. Porteous has not
                        confined himself solely to songwriting
                        either. His initial fame rested on a
                        one-man play 'Joe's Café' and other
                        radio plays which gained exposure in
                        Canada and he plans to publish a book of
                        stories, poems and plays under the title
                        '' I understand rain'. Tepper's
                        involvement makes more sense when you
                        place him firmly in the literate
                        songwriting school along with the likes
                        of Waits and Alvin etc.
 First track 'In this world' doesn't
                        prepare for the dislocation that follows
                        as it powers along on a standard riff
                        with Dylanesque organ behind. Lyrics spin
                        by as Porteous powers up to the chorus.
                        We are on solid ground. Then 'Collar to
                        the wind' shows Tepper's hand for the
                        first time as his voice is heightenedand
                        a lilting acoustic/drum backing with pump
                        organ that wouldn't sound amiss behind
                        Waits rattles along. This works well
                        until Wyckham fights back with a crashing
                        chorus straight out of the old
                        method-schoolo of songwriting. Next track
                        'Radio London' is more worrying still
                        with its homage to The Clash that is more
                        reminiscent of the Psychedelic Furs. An
                        interesting lyric about a train once
                        owned by Eric Honneker and now a radio
                        station in Holland is thrown away. 'Shine
                        On' and 'Call Me' whilst both being
                        meditations on loss and love both rely on
                        the chorus despite some valiant acoustic
                        buzzing and drum bashing from behind.The
                        latter is saved by a 'Wreck on the
                        Highway' like melody on harmonium and a
                        voice (down register) that sounds
                        uncannily similar to Bob Neuwirth's.
                        There's an unsettling melancholy at the
                        heart of this record  as if the now
                        forty-something  Porteous was
                        looking both ways on his career. Indeed
                        'Collar to the Wind' came out of a failed
                        set of autobiographical songs and is
                        littered with portents of death. Tepper
                        has probably pushed the sonic
                        experimentation somewhat to heighten the
                        atmosphere but occasionally as on next
                        track 'Four Winds' it overburdens the
                        song and pushes it too close to
                        Gabriel/Cockburn territory.
 As the mix gets stronger and stronger it
                        seems apt that a bit of old-fashioned
                        storytelling and musical simplicity cuts
                        through the sonic fog. 'Jimmy LaFave goes
                        to Hibbing, Minnesota' deserves some sort
                        of best title award! It recounts the true
                        tale of the singers appropriation of a
                        window from Bob's old house in clear cut
                        style. Like good referees you don't
                        notice the production team. This track
                        watersheds the CD though and it gets
                        better from here on in. 'Julie Julie'
                        comes across like acoustic cajun. 'Razor
                        Thin' - an account of his meeting with
                        his wife - drops a brilliant chorus line
                        on top of buzzing ZZ top riffs. Then a
                        glorious acoustic highlight 'Jimmy
                        O'Neill' shows the depth of the man's
                        voice when unadorned - harking back to
                        those long nights travelling across the
                        Praire to solo gigs. The obvious Dylan
                        inflections are disregarded in the sheer
                        power of the song inspired by an old
                        photo in a shop. The acoustic
                        finger-picking continues with 'If I could
                        tell fortunes' which has a touch of
                        Mississippi John Hurt about it before
                        being reprised as a full-on
                        Pogues/Shoulders-like hoe-down. The disc
                        ends on 'Bald northern track' with more
                        Tepper -inspired rattle and hum- but
                        again without really clearing the clouds
                        of roots rockdom. It is a shame that
                        Porteous didn't make a truly experimental
                        work rather than making these repeated
                        compromises but the disc's saving graces
                        for me are the closing tracks especially
                        'Jimmy O'Neill'. I'd love to hear a solo
                        acoustic live disc. Meanwhile as he says
                        on 'Jimmy Le Fave..'
 "A song is just a song and that is
                        all"
 It's just that some songs are better than
                        others and this artist has a literary
                        strength which ranks him alongside the
                        best of the Canadian Praire Poets who
                        like Wyckham are equally neglected on
                        this side of the Atlantic. File under
                        literature that sings.
 
 
 This review first appeared in Hearsay
                        Magazine
 
 
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