Sometimes an album comes along that grabs you by the balls and makes you like it. Micah P. Hinson And The Pioneer Saboteurs is just that sort of album for me. I am not sure it really fits with most of the stuff I write about and frankly don’t care. Unlike AIV I usually don’t care for the darker side of Americana or the sort of Goth American trend or whatever else you call it but damn this album is pretty good. Now you might not hear the whole Goth side of it if you weren’t in to some of the more obscure Goth music in the 90’s, which I was, but you will feel the darkness that permeates this album. If you know some of the more obscure Goth stuff then you’ll understand when I say that this album sounds like what I imagine Michael Gira making “Americana” would sound like.

This whole album is dirty and gritty and it ain’t tawngy per se but it’s good music. As you listen to it you kind of get the feeling that it was written by a man at a sort of crossroads in life, at odds with himself, looking for some sort of salvation. I mean this is rough, it’s soul searching and while the music may be off the beaten path for some of our readers the topics will not be. Dragging us in with an instrumental “Call To Arms” to start we go through a rough ride with an occasional brief glimpse of hope like “The Letter At Twin Wrecks” on through an almost industrial rhythm on “Watchers, Tell Us Of The Night” to the closing instrumental “The Returning” with every track in between being punctuated by Hinson’s tortured crooning. It’s not an easy album to listen to but then again it is damn easy if it catches you at the right time. If you are looking for something a little different then this might just be the album you need to pick up.

Micah P. Hinson – Take Off That Dress For Me
Micah P. Hinson – The Cross That Stole This Heart Away
Micah P. Hinson – Watchers, Tell Us Of The Night

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  1. Agreed…I didn’t realize this style had a genre name, but the darkness is everywhere here–I suppose it’s easy to forget that there was a time when what was inside a person wasn’t necessarily painted all over him on the outside–the misery can hide, and until recently everyone pretty much had to dress similarly anyway! A beautiful album with extraordinary continuity even in its instrumentals.

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