Ian Noe disappeared for a while, and now he’s back with a 16-song double album and a fake band.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Canyon Falls Trailer Band<\/em> is his third album, and it\u2019s built around a made-up group playing one night only, hoping the right person in the right suit is in the room. Sort of Band on the Run<\/em>, but more outlaw country.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s a bold frame, and it works because Noe doesn\u2019t use it as a gimmick. He uses it as a stage to fill with drunks, dreamers and long shots, the kind of people he has always written about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It also sounds like a band in a room. Most of it was cut live in Nashville over one intense week, and the grit stayed in the grain. Harmonica, fiddle and pedal steel drift through the songs like smoke through a bar, and the whole thing leans harder and looser into outlaw country rock than the quieter folk of his earlier records. \u201cThe Heidelberg Fisherman\u2019s Ball\u201d is the best proof, a rowdy Eastern Kentucky gathering of a song with a swagger that\u2019s hard to fake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then there\u2019s Noe’s voice. Nobody sings like Ian Noe. It\u2019s weathered, crooked and completely unmistakable, and it makes every character sound like someone you met once at closing time and never forgot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sixteen songs are a lot. Even so, this is the sound of a man who walked away and came back with something to say. I’ll be revisiting it soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n