True to form, Augustana’s sophomore album is filled with more depressed love songs. However, there are significant differences between this album and their debut All The Stars And Boulevards.
First of all, Augustana has shed their attempts at alt rock like a threadbare coat, and I couldn’t be more thankful. Instead, they’ve reverted to their country-tinged roots. This move is drastic enough that they will probably alienate some of their old fans and will probably never get serious radio-play.
But the lyrics and arrangements here so honest that most of their truly loyal fans will probably love it anyway. And there lies the second major difference between their debut and Can’t Love – each song tells a specific story instead of a rambling mix of discontent that we saw in All The Stars. There’s an obvious maturity to this album that makes each of its ten songs a precious commodity instead of the negligible waste that most of their debut was.
With this album, Augustana is proving that Americana, with its roots in blues, hillbilly rock, and that trusty acoustic guitar, is making a major comeback in 2008. We’re finally seeing a shift from the electronic ‘nu-metal’-like alternative of the late ’90s and early ’00s. I suppose we could credit this trend to Johnny Cash’s death in 2003, but I really hope there’s more to it than that. If it’s a true love for the genre, as Augustana’s newest album seems to be, then I’m at the edge of my seat waiting to see what happens next.
As a final note, did anyone notice that their album cover is eerily similar to Dishwalla’s album art for their sophomore album And You Think You Know What Life’s About?