Several of these albums, whether they sold 50, 500, 50,000 or 500,000 copies, were among the year's best received and reviewed in their respective genres well beyond state lines. Most were made by Texas residents, and those that weren't carry the indelible imprint of their makers' Lone Star connections. Needless to say, Noise enjoyed many of these much more than almost anything from outside Texas.
Alejandro Escovedo, Real Animal (Back Porch/Manhattan): Brilliant. Noise saw many of these songs live thrice before Animal finally found its way into his CD player: during a soul-baring springtime Continental Club gig, a Sunday-night ACL Fest set in front of about 12,000 and an opening slot for Los Lonely Boys at a sold-out October House of Blues show. They killed then, and do so again on record. Maybe more so.
Both historian and pacesetter, one of the most nakedly autobiographical songwriters working today writes his musical autobiography — which means all the Bowie, Iggy, Velvets, Dylan, Joe Ely, X, Rolling Stones and Patti Smith you can handle, sometimes all at once. Bruce Springsteen liked pumping opener "Always a Friend" so much he called Escovedo out for an encore at his sold-out Toyota Center date — okay, make that four times — and even the Boss would be lucky to write a Jersey-shore ballad like "Swallows of San Juan."
Animal is loaded front to back with rockers, too, from glowering NYC punk menacer "Chelsea Hotel" via Staples-singing Highway 61 blues "People (We're Only Gonna Live So Long)" to Blasters-fueled L.A. rockabilly riot "Chip N' Tony," a nod to Al's former Rank and File mates. Real as an animal, and as alive.
Hayes Carll, Trouble in Mind (Lost Highway): The surfside place where Hayes Carll wrote his Lost Highway debut, known to cartographers and Ike refugees as the Bolivar Peninsula, effectively no longer exists. Except, now, on this album. Trouble in Mind, meanwhile, took Carll places that don't exist on the Saxon Pub-Mucky Duck circuit, like BBC Conan stand-in Later with Jools Holland and coast-to-coast airplay on Americana stations and satellite radio.
It's easy to see why Trouble reached so many new ears. It opens "I got a woman as wild as Rome / She likes to get naked and be gazed upon" (Ray Wylie Hubbard co-write "Drunken Poet's Dream") and just gets better. Carll takes Hubbard, Billy Joe Shaver and Guy Clark to heart (and mind) in a way that's thoroughly contemporary and totally Southeast Texas. And, thanks to Ike, already history.
"This line of work, no one retires," he sings on the highly Lubbockized "Bad Liver and a Broken Heart." Listening to albums as good as Trouble in Mind is why.
Bun B, II Trill (Rap-a-Lot): The éminence grise of Gulf Coast rap faces life as a solo act. "I'm too smart for that dumb shit," he spits on the title cut. Over tracks suffused with blues and gospel grief for partner Pimp C, taken all too soon in late 2007, Bun spins tale after tale of UGK for life, each one stickier and more trill (triller?) than the last.
From Bun's lips, as ever, candy-painted clichés become Lil Wayne-assisted archetypes. "Damn, for real, I love being from the Dirty South," Bun tells an anonymous confidant (a.k.a. all of us) on "You're Everything." The ridonkulous production is the thing champagne-bucket club dreams like "I Luv That" are made of, and Donald Driver's dad might be interested in "Get Ya Issue," an unflinching (and correct) critique of HPD and anyone else in authority.
II Trill boasts an impressive guest list (Weezy, David Banner, 8-Ball & MJG, Lupe Fiasco, Juvenile, Mya), but every time Bun opens his mouth, he steals the show: "It's like lookin' in a mirror because you playin' with yoself." And...scene.
Grupo Fantasma, Sonidos Gold (Aire Sol): En inglés, the title translates as the same as the EP spun off Pavement's 1994 indie-rock landmark Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. (Give or take a "z.") Sonidos lets lots of gringo-friendly acts into Grupo's musical fiesta (Beastie Boys, the Doors, Stevie Wonder), but never wavers from its Havana-based groove, and occasionally even invents its own sort of Afro-Cuban-R&B griot. Besides, titles like "Cumbia de los Pajaritos" and the Santana-smiling, Gary Clark Jr.-guested "Gimme Some" are irresistibly hip-shaking in any language. The Grammys noticed — come early February, this could be the Latin Contemporary album of the year. In Texas, it pretty much already is.