Killed John Train
Download links and information about Killed John Train by Roy. This album was released in 2006 and it belongs to Rock, Indie Rock, Country, Alternative Country, Alternative, Theatre/Soundtrack genres. It contains 12 tracks with total duration of 36:54 minutes.
Artist: | Roy |
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Release date: | 2006 |
Genre: | Rock, Indie Rock, Country, Alternative Country, Alternative, Theatre/Soundtrack |
Tracks: | 12 |
Duration: | 36:54 |
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Tracks
[Edit]No. | Title | Length |
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1. | Reno, I'm Coming Home | 5:11 |
2. | So Alive | 3:04 |
3. | The Last Climb Up Indian John Hill (For Leon) | 2:39 |
4. | In My Defense | 2:12 |
5. | Jesus Drives a Trans Am | 1:55 |
6. | The Middle Son | 2:57 |
7. | The Redcoats Are Coming | 1:53 |
8. | Fresh Lies from the Patron Saint of Liars | 4:19 |
9. | Hotel Congress | 3:44 |
10. | Neurotic Dive Bar Pirate | 2:29 |
11. | F****d and Forlorn | 4:37 |
12. | Mob Riot, Everybody's a Winner | 1:54 |
Details
[Edit]About a third of the way through Roy's second full-length album, the glorious lo-fi pop charmer "In My Defense" comes flying out like a lost Guided by Voices nugget circa Alien Lanes. With its urgent drumming and edge-of-yearning vocals, it's the first song on Killed John Train to shake out of a midtempo Americana torpor that begins with the lengthy, forlorn harmonica solo at the front of the album-opening "Reno, I'm Coming Home." (The second track, the Pavement-like "So Alive," is peppy enough, but disqualified on account of the just-way-too-lo-fi sound, which makes it sound like it's coming out of a transistor radio in the next room.) The hits continue with the early Beck sound-alike "Jesus Drives a Trans Am," but following that double play, the album's batting average declines again with a long stretch of increasingly dull tunes featuring mournful Mark Linkous-style vocal whines and colorless country-rock tunes occasionally tweaked with some My Morning Jacket distortion. Killed John Train seems more focused than Roy's awkward, scattershot debut, but the band still has a way to go before it's thought of as more than the poor man's Sparklehorse.