By Christian Schaeffer
By Daniel Hill
By Joseph Hess
By Joseph Hess
By Allison Babka
By Gina Tron
By Kelsey McClure
By Roy Kasten
Faced with a political landscape increasingly blighted by warnings to watch what we say and by pressures to pledge our allegiance no matter what, Earle dares to speak out on this disc in favor of freedom, democracy and, equality -- that is, precisely the crazy dream for which we're ostensibly fighting in the first place. To paraphrase some dead white guy or other, the John Ashcrofts and Toby Keiths have merely interpreted the world; Earle hopes to change it.
Step one, he argues, is to sing the blues -- or, more accurately, to realize that there are a variety of blues in need of singing and to distinguish among their specific natures. To that end, the opening track on Jerusalem, "Ashes to Ashes," reminds us first of things that are out of our hands. Charging into battle on the back of drummer Will Rigby's implacable timekeeping, Earle unspools a fever-dream tale of bloodied hands and tumbling towers that aspires to myth or prophecy or both at once. Now, nobody lives forever, Earle reminds us, summarizing our shared fate in a wracked yelp.
Jerusalem isn't just about the inescapability of death, however; it's about how we might yet choose to live. On "Amerika v. 6.0," Earle turns to issues of inequality and injustice -- blues all too human-made and, as a result, still remediable. Earle delivers his barbs with the bitterest irony. Got no health care? Well, sorry 'bout that, but everybody's gotta die sometime ... that's the best we can do. Worried about poor people stealing your shit? Then move to a gated community: It's either them or us, and that's the best we can do. Eric Ambel's jumpin'-Jack guitar lick, Rigby's cluster-bomb kick drum and Kelley Looney's snaking bass all join forces on a rhythm track every bit as undeniable as Earle's righteous anger.
Of course we can do better -- a declaration of independence that, Earle insists, must be underscored perpetually, even during a "war on terror," indeed, especially during such a war. Ideally, Earle's polemic will prompt listeners to interrogate homegrown fundamentalisms. The economic fundamentalism of free markets, say, or the nationalist fundamentalism that inspires even secular-minded Americans to believe that God roots not for humanity but for the U.S.A.
Earle knows that challenging such sacred cows requires more than preaching to the choir. Maybe that explains the most sonically ambitious album of his career. On Jerusalem, whether storytelling or speechifying, he's mostly jettisoned his country streak in favor of Springsteen-inspired rock and roll, working-stiff Tex-Mex and chiming pop -- all of it with up-to-date studio touches. The female singers on "Conspiracy Theory," for instance, sparkle with a luster that could've been borrowed from Prince. The effect is that the chorus -- Hush now, don't you believe it, cover your head and close your eyes -- becomes a dangerously seductive siren call.
In the title track, which closes the album, Earle watches more depressing news on television and begins to feel himself slipping into cynicism. But before it's too late, he rights himself, insisting, I believe one fine day all the children of Abraham will lay down their swords forever. That's not some unearned prediction. It's hope, maybe even faith, and it remains the necessary first step to achieving America.