Tom House - Jesus Doesn't Live Here Anymore

On his fourth release, House sounds like a literate folky converted to a gospel mined of every last hope. The characters of his songs spend their long, dark nights of the soul in the arms of a favorite barmaid because blood is too thick with familial guilt and grief to navigate. Sam Shepard dramas and Flannery O'Connor short stories have nothing on the dim vision of the big, bad world and man's fate depicted in House's dire, word-drunk musical narratives. In certain circles, his hillbilly scat could pass for going off in the tongues of old-fashioned prophesy. Read More