Alright, here we go again. . .
Album Title: Christmas with
Album Artist: Chet Atkins
Mr. Chet Atkins, ladies and gentlemen. Gotta tell ya, I was looking forward to this one. I love old country and rock and roll, and this dude walks among some of that era's greatest.
Mr. Chet Atkins, ladies and gentlemen. Gotta tell ya, I was looking forward to this one. I love old country and rock and roll, and this dude walks among some of that era's greatest.
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| *hiccup* |
Weird how that works, isn't it? You take an artist whom you like, a collection of renowned Holiday favorites, and whip up an album that. . . well. . . makes you want to blow your brains out. Super disappointing.
Chet Atkins is at his best when he's boogying with that hollow-body of his, but on this album his guitar-work does this bizarre, drunken tip-toe thing through the Christmas standards. It's like him and the guitar went out for a night on the town, and the guitar - who had recently broken up with his girlfriend - got all loaded and ended up going home with a blown out tube amp. Who was really a stripper. Addicted to Meth. The next morning, back in the Studio, the guitar trembled uncomfortably as it tried to record even the simplest of holiday carols, in a cold sweat, trying not to vomit all over the sheet music.
Way to ruin Christmas, guitar.
I'd rate this a 3, but it gets an additional point on the scale for the campy 'from our house to yours'-ish message about Chet Atkins and the Holidays. Check it out:
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| Aww. . . thanks, People That Never Met Me. And are probably all dead by now. |
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| To top it off, the jacket's falling apart. Thanks, Chet. |
VERDICT: 4/10 - Borophyll
- SHELVED -
- Brian
