Michael Hurley: Watertower (Fundamental)
I posted this once before, but it's worth rereading or reading. Twenty five years ago, my friend Bill Morrison wrote what I find is the truest and most descriptive review of Michael Hurley's music:
"I guess Michael Hurley fits in with folkies as a genre - he totes a guitar, mostly writes his own tunes, is influenced by blues and country. But there it stops - Hurley needs a bin of his own in the shop, if you ask me. His songs sound like they were pulled together out of spare parts - a little Hank Willians, a little Fats Domino, a little Appalachian fiddle melody, and some other stuff that Hurley machined on his own slightly off-center lathe. His loosest songs resemble the Rustoleum-and-duct-tape jalopies you see on the road in rural Vermont, where Hurley lives - weld together the right spare parts, and you can get something that will run forever, even if it emits some funny rattles and maybe needs a jump-start sometimes. Cars and songs like this elicit a kind of affection that factory-fresh ones will never know."
Nick Tosches put it another way at the end of his notes for Hurley's Weatherhole:
"Let's just shut up, you and me both; let's just shut up and listen and go where Michael Hurley is. After all, we can always turn around and come back. He can't."