Rocco DeLuca – Drugs ‘N Hymns

January 01, 1970

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Although Cali rocker DeLuca initially came to prominence
during the last decade fronting his band The Burden, it was his subsequent
decision to strip things back as a solo artist and focus on his instinctive
gifts as a resonator guitar player that may ultimately turn out to be his
savviest career move. To that end, Drugs
‘N Hymns
is a near-masterwork of haunted epistles and luminous meditations
that, powered by his high, keening voice and with his National Steel as
ballast, achieves liftoff after liftoff. This ain’t no writerly hyperbole; show
me a subtler, slinkier, more torrid or more focused Americana-tilting effort –
and yes, I’m aware of the inherent contradictions proposed in the foregoing
clause – and I’ll slap a pair of fins in your hand and not ask for any change.

 

 

“Amen,” for example, is part field holler, part blooze
trudge and part gospel anthem, a scarifying call to reckoning, while the
kinetic, shuddery, intense “Snake Oil Salesman” leaves a distinctive whiff of
brimstone in its wake. Like Dobro-wielding avant-rockers Chris Whitley and
Rainer Ptacek – both deceased, but hardly forgotten (the latter has a tribute
album out this month) – before him, DeLuca conjures intimacy out of alienation,
dipping into a sonic bag of tricks that includes samples, tape loops, unusual
mic placement, etc. to cast an ambiance that’s as cinematic as it is
cocoon-like. No doubt he learned a lot from Daniel Lanois, who produced 2009’s Mercy, for this is a headphone
fetishist’s delight.

 

And like those two other fretboard maestros, DeLuca isn’t
afraid to confront a dark night of the soul; it’s what fuels his art. Come to
Jesus, boy.

 

 

DOWNLOAD: “Amen,”
“Snake Oil Salesman,” “My My” FRED MILLS

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