The funniest thing happened when I dropped the needle for the first time on the latest from Shawn David McMillen, On the Clock with JJ & Mitch— the damn thing got me stoned. One minute I was puttering around the house, cleaning things up, organizing random shit, and the next I was on the couch, high as hell and deep in peaceful thought about how true it so often is that the simpler things in life are the finer things in life are. And the thing is, I hadn’t even been thinking about getting high. I don’t think I even had any weed. It’s like the record twisted up a nice fat joint, stuck it in my mouth, and lit the thing without me even noticing. Until, of course, I noticed. Which was right around the time the album’s idiosyncratic, often easy-going groove pulled me in and set me to rolling along at its rhythm.
The folks at Trailer Space (where you should head, if you can, to buy this record– and maybe stumble into a shot or a hit or some other such thing with Shawn and JJ and Mitch while you’re at it) call this Shawn’s pop record. And a contrast between it’s decidedly constructed, catchy melodies and the broke down, fucked up blues of Shawn’s last album, Dead Friends, makes it easy to see their point. But it also has some nice guitar freakout moments that make it seem like his electric free jazz record. Or maybe its just one of the best distillations of his myriad influences and distinct sensibility he’s yet laid to wax.
In any case, anyone who’s a fan of the unfortunately dubbed freak-folk scene, or anyone who’s ever enjoyed a Six Organs of Admittance record, or maybe one of Steve Gunn’s recent efforts, or anyone who’s prone to running out to pick up the latest reissue of some lost psych-folk/loner-folk/country-folk/whatever-the-fuck folk album, should run out and grab this one straight away. Then you’ll get to say you had it before it became a lost classic. And it’ll get you high. Now if that’s not a great fuckin’ record, I don’t know what is.