There is something about the Bare name that leads those who wear it into the mix of relevant music, regardless of the era. Bobby Bare loomed on the U.S. Country charts for five decades, and his son, Bobby Bare Jr., can’t help but garner acclaim for his vibrant melding of Americana and indie rock in the 21st century.
A Storm, A Tree, My Mother’s Head is Bare Jr.’s fifth full-length album, and it brims with inventive rock and roll adorned with countrified edges. More importantly, this release defines the songwriters range, whether kicking down the door or leaning back on the front porch. Three songs in, and Bare Jr. really starts to fire with the winsome “Don’t Go to Chattanooga,” dripping tears into streams of pedal steel. In contrast, “Lost in a Puzzle” paints sensitive skin on rebellion. One of the highlights of the album, though, is “Rock and Roll Halloween,” which recounts a hilarious night in Atlanta, Georgia with costumed characters shaking to some swinging rock-and-roll. “Hooker nurse, hooker cop, please, please dance with me,” Bare Jr. sings, bristling with electricity. “Pregnant nun, pregnant bride, pregnant guy sittin’ on me.”
If songwriting wasn’t in Bobby Bare Jr.’s blood, he would have been the victim of heavenly rip-off. But unforgettable songs and stories course through him, from his brain, out his mouth, and down through his fingers, spilling out all across A Storm, A Tree, My Mother’s Head.
A Storm, A Tree, My Mother’s Head is out now on Thirty Tigers.