Music: Disc of the week

Little Willies smooth out a rough country road

The Globe and Mail

December is the ugliest month of the year for cover albums, jammed as it is with trite do-overs of holiday standards. Now that Santa has taken his tired old tunes back to the Pole, it would be nice to report that Norah Jones and friends – aka the Little Willies – had put a shine back on the idea of recording a disc of songs by others. But some of the best times you can have with this album come when you follow its trail back to a better performance laid down at least a half-century ago.

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Almost all the songs were hits for someone in the country pantheon, though most aren’t heard much any more around Nashville. The ones that work best for the Little Willies are the those that suit the vocal talents not just of Jones, but of Richard Julian, a long-time colleague who plays guitar in the band and sings on most tracks, sometimes in close harmony, sometimes in the lead.

The two voices find their default temperature in Remember Me, a sentimental hit in the 40s for Lulu Belle and Scotty, whose clean sound and close harmonies made them enormously popular in their day. Jones freshens the song with a few soul inflections, Julian shadows her closely with his wispy pop tenor, and an easy-going band performance does the rest.

They also do well in If You’ve Got the Money, I’ve Got the Time, which sounds more nimble and knowing than in Lefty Frizzell’s swinging but upright version from 1950. The novelty duet Foul Owl on the Prowl (a Quincy Jones soundtrack tune from 1967) benefits from a bit of Jones’s sultriness, and some heavy swagger in the accompaniment. Jones’s best solo effort comes in Jolene, in which her fragile vocals and strummed acoustic guitar make the whole thing feel more vulnerable than in Dolly Parton’s steelier original version.

But as the Willies get into darker material, the ghosts of recordings past take their vengeance. Jones has way too much coo in her sound to handle Fist City, which Loretta Lynn delivered as a real hair-pulling threat. Lovesick Blues sounds more friendly than heart-sore, and wilts badly next to the versions done by Hank Williams or Patsy Cline, whose swinging verging-on-rockabilly performance from 1960, with latter-day backing by Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn) just can’t be beat. It gets worse when Julian takes the wheel, for hopelessly underpowered performances of Johnny Cash’s Wide Open Road and Kris Kristofferson’s Permanently Lonely, which sounds especially lame if you know Timi Yuro’s cathartic recording from 1963.

The problem here is simple: Jones and Julian love the Cash and Cline side of country music, but they’re really much better suited to the Lulu Belle and Scotty side. When they go for something that needs to be served raw, it comes out cooked, and though the Willies try to compensate by dirtying up the arrangements – check out the acerbic guitar twang in Diesel Smoke, Dangerous Curves or the thick-string solo in Fist City – it’s not enough.

The art of the cover is partly about studying one’s own strengths and limitations, and choosing songs accordingly. The Little Willies have made a disc that goes down smoothly enough, but that leaves a lot of the power and passion out of songs that deserve better.

For the Good Times

  • The Little Willies
  • EMI

For the Good Times is streaming in its entirety at npr.org.

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  • Independent
  • Three stars

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  • Tim Bastmeyer
  • Independent
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  • Mythology
  • Three and a half stars

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