TODD SNIDER ‘Cash Cabin Sessions, Vol. 3’ – CD


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Recording in the late Johnny Cash’s Cabin studio, Todd Snider slings wit, targets hypocrisy, interrogates the blues, and sees ghosts on Cash Cabin Sessions, Vol. 3. (Don’t be fooled by the title, there are no vols. 1 and 2 – this is just Snider’s warped sense of humour). Spitting blue-collar grit like Springsteen, careening with the same charm of Kristofferson and with the slick wit of Prine, Newman and Wainwright, there’s something of a bohemian slacker image to him – but with a work ethic.

Todd Snider’s an ace word guy — his lyrics are razor sharp, unsparing, hilarious, and surprisingly tender. The songs feel succinct – they come across as bittersweet rather than sour – and Snider’s sterling acoustic guitar work is arguably tighter than ever. Whether it’s due to the stripped back nature of the tracks, the production at the Cabin, or Snider’s breezy-yet-barbed delivery, it’s heard as if you are face-to-face with the man – sipping or smoking on something fine, reclining on his porch-side or slumped, quietly contemplating it all in some backroom bar.