Vic Chesnutt – At the Cut

January 01, 1970



Having made the transition from quirky troubadour to
occasional jam band wannabe, and, more recently, to a brooding philosophical
observer, Vic Chesnutt revisits his Southern roots with an album full of grave
gothic imagery and darkly ominous overtones. Chesnutt takes a pensive, almost
melancholy perspective throughout the majority of these ten tunes, maintaining
a hazy fog and dense shadows that seem to linger like a shroud on practically
every note.


Yet despite these darker designs, Chesnutt shows his usual
flair for conveying haunting narratives populated with awkward and obtuse
characters, underscored by slow, somber melodies. “I stumbled so innocently
over all the obscene boundaries,” he moans in “Concord Country Jubilee,” giving
due credit to poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Chesnutt’s intentions are often
vague; deciphering songs such as “Granny” and “It Is What It Is” becomes akin
to weaving one’s way through a cryptic maze. Still, At the Cut provides an able blend of atmosphere and intrigue,
making this a fascinating encounter every tentative step of the way.


: “Granny,” “Coward” LEE ZIMMERMAN


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