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Track Listing
Disc 1 Titles |
Artist |
Length |
|---|---|---|
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1.
Timebomb
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Old 97's | 03:08 |
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2.
Barrier Reef
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Old 97's | 03:49 |
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3.
Broadway
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Old 97's | 03:22 |
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4.
Salome
|
Old 97's | 04:07 |
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5.
W. TX Teardrops
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Old 97's | 03:05 |
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6.
Melt Show
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Old 97's | 03:07 |
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7.
Streets of Where I'm From
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Old 97's | 03:15 |
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8.
Big Brown Eyes
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Old 97's | 04:23 |
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9.
Just Like California
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Old 97's | 02:33 |
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10.
Curtain Calls
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Old 97's | 04:18 |
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11.
Nite Club
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Old 97's | 03:49 |
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12.
House That Used to Be
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Old 97's | 04:08 |
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13.
Four Leaf Clover
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Old 97's | 03:20 |
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14.
Northern Line
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Old 97's | 04:27 |
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15.
Beer Cans
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Old 97's | 04:28 |
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16.
No Doubt About It
|
Old 97's | 02:40 |
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17.
Holy Cross
|
Old 97's | 04:24 |
Disc 2 Titles |
Artist |
Length |
|---|---|---|
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1.
Broadway [Demo]
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Old 97's | 03:39 |
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2.
Daybed [Demo]
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Old 97's | 04:56 |
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3.
Barrier Reef [Demo]
|
Old 97's | 03:54 |
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4.
W. TX Teardrops [Demo]
|
Old 97's | 03:20 |
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5.
Niteclub [Demo]
|
Old 97's | 03:47 |
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6.
When I Crash [Demo]
|
Old 97's | 03:27 |
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7.
You Were Right [Demo]
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Old 97's | 03:29 |
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8.
Sound Of Running [Demo]
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Old 97's | 02:37 |
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9.
Everybody But Me [Demo]
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Old 97's | 03:06 |
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10.
Holy Cross [Demo]
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Old 97's | 03:34 |
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11.
The 1 [Demo]
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Old 97's | 03:06 |
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User Reviews
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John Schacht
10/08/2012 As rambunctious as a buckin’ bronco, this set of wry rockers, lonely waltzes and honky tonk punk did more than just signal the West Texas band’s emergence (especially front man Rhett Miller) -- it was an instant high-water mark in the mid-90s country rock revival. Propelled by churning guitars, gigantic pop hooks and classic twang beats jacked up past 120 bpm, the Old 97s come off here as a mix of vintage X punk (Exene Cervenka even guests on “Four Leaf Clover), clever pop, and Texas bar-room boogie. The music is first and foremost fun, and eschews the dour dystopian view of most alt-country acts without sacrificing seriousness. That was a sure sign that these young men hadn’t forsaken rock & roll’s founding principle: it’s all about the girls. The handsome Miller would eventually milk that perspective to poor effect in later Old 97s records and his solo work, but here it works because “the lifestyle” is celebrated for both the fun and heartache. Miller delivers the ferociously rockin’ groupie anecdote “Barrier Reef” with a mixture of self-loathing and ‘you-would-too’ familiarity – “My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute/I went through the motions with her, her on top, and me on liquor” – while on the baritone-and-pedal-steel guitar weeper “Salome” he confesses “My blood's turned to dirt girl, you broke every part of me.” And as a thesis statement for young, dues-paying road warriors, the pumped-up shuffle “Niteclub” ranks as an absolute classic: “Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan/The nightclub yawns and opens up its doors/Thank god that I don't have to pay the cover/'Cause every night I'm broker than I was the night before/And this old nightclub stole my youth/This old nightclub stole my true love/It follows me around from town to town/I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.” Perfect albums are subjective, of course, but it’s hard to imagine this one any better than it is.
John Schacht
10/08/2012 As rambunctious as a buckin’ bronco, this set of wry rockers, lonely waltzes and honky tonk punk did more than just signal the West Texas band’s emergence (especially front man Rhett Miller) -- it was an instant high-water mark in the mid-90s country rock revival. Propelled by churning guitars, gigantic pop hooks and classic twang beats jacked up past 120 bpm, the Old 97s come off here as a mix of vintage X punk (Exene Cervenka even guests on “Four Leaf Clover), clever pop, and Texas bar-room boogie. The music is first and foremost fun, and eschews the dour dystopian view of most alt-country acts without sacrificing seriousness. That was a sure sign that these young men hadn’t forsaken rock & roll’s founding principle: it’s all about the girls. The handsome Miller would eventually milk that perspective to poor effect in later Old 97s records and his solo work, but here it works because “the lifestyle” is celebrated for both the fun and heartache. Miller delivers the ferociously rockin’ groupie anecdote “Barrier Reef” with a mixture of self-loathing and ‘you-would-too’ familiarity – “My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute/I went through the motions with her, her on top, and me on liquor” – while on the baritone-and-pedal-steel guitar weeper “Salome” he confesses “My blood's turned to dirt girl, you broke every part of me.” And as a thesis statement for young, dues-paying road warriors, the pumped-up shuffle “Niteclub” ranks as an absolute classic: “Eighteen hundred miles from Manhattan/The nightclub yawns and opens up its doors/Thank god that I don't have to pay the cover/'Cause every night I'm broker than I was the night before/And this old nightclub stole my youth/This old nightclub stole my true love/It follows me around from town to town/I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.” Perfect albums are subjective, of course, but it’s hard to imagine this one any better than it is.
