Hell lives up to its title a little too effectively, lacking the variety of Welch’s stunning ’96 debut, Revival.
Hell Among The Yearlings is a powerful sophomore release if there ever was one. Welch has truly revealed herself as one of America's great songwriters.
On occasion, the performances and songs are a bit too studied to be truly effective, but those moments are fleeting -- Hell Among the Yearlings offers ample proof that Welch is a talented, individual songwriter and that her debut was no fluke.
A os Angeleno Pixies fan who sounds like some God-fearing 1920s Appalachian farmer's wife.
Throughout, Welch sings with a world-weary resignation. Hell Among the Yearlings' bare-bones instrumentation – a guitar here, a banjo there – settles softly on each track's surface, enabling her detached, narcotic voice to hover over the melodies. File next to Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska.
Really wasn’t expecting this to be the best of her first three albums...but it is. The atmosphere on this one is
second to none, can almost smell the crusted manure and taste the chewin tobacco.
“Don’t mind me now while I spit out my ’bacca into this horse shit Gill gal” {SQUIT}
Nothing short of an Appalachian wet dream this one.
| 1 | Caleb Meyer 3:05 | |
| 2 | Good Til Now 3:56 | |
| 3 | The Devil Had a Hold of Me 4:30 | |
| 4 | My Morphine 5:53 | |
| 5 | One Morning 2:41 | |
| 6 | Miner's Refrain 3:57 | |
| 7 | Honey Now 1:52 | |
| 8 | I'm Not Afraid to Die 3:27 | |
| 9 | Rock of Ages 3:08 | |
| 10 | Whiskey Girl 4:15 | |
| 11 | Winter's Come and Gone 2:14 |