Author: Brad Wheeler
9/16/11 | Theglobeandmail.com | www.theglobeandmail.com | Record Review
"It's hard these days to keep a white hat clean when everybody wants to throw mud/everybody wants to pull the statue down, and everybody wants to see blood." Not much has changed since the days when Springsteen found it hard to be a saint in the city. It's ugly out there, bubba, and Chris Senseney knows it all too well. On a nicely written album of saloony shuffles and jauntier country blues, L.A.-based Senseney (with his wife's help) sketches characters who share resignation, his Tiparillo-flavoured voice carrying weariness like a horse too long on the trail. Moods are grey. There's a common element of escape _ the protagonist of Goodbye Crazy City is whipped but good _ and the singing is charmingly slack. Comparisons can be made to Townes Van Zandt; I hear Toronto's Bahamas, as if on an El Paso holiday. Saddle up _ the hope is that Big Harp is just getting started.