If the scrawny, mop-topped Taylor Hollingsworth pushed past you to get a beer at the bar, chances are you wouldn’t even notice. Nothing about young Hollingsworth appears to set him apart from any other dope-smoking guitar-totting kid from the south, Birmingham, AL to be exact. Until he plugs in that guitar and goes off with a stack of traditional garage band originals, fast recalling everyone from Alice Cooper to Dinosaur Jr. and the White Stripes.
Taylor Hollingsworth fancies himself to be a white-hot guitar slinger, so it's a shame that he's been shackled with a voice that lands somewhere between Bob Dylan and Andy Milanokis. On Hollingsworth's last record, the guitar provided much-needed shelter for his nasal vocals. This time around, the singing has been pushed to the foreground, where it frequently upstages his six-string work. The result is a batch of exceptional songs that run the gamut from '50s guitar rock to Neil Young jams circa 1970, occasionally swanked up with (but never dominated by) tight horn arrangements. Unfortunately, Hollingsworth can't meet his own music's standards -- he turns in the same deadpan performance on every piece.
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