
The Garden Artist: Skatman Meredith Label: Silent Planet Records Time: 11 tracks/48:18 Skatman Meredith's self-titled debut brought him to the attention of Silent Planet Records, home of Jan Krist, and they have licensed this release, as well as signing him for three further records. There is certainly a fuller sound here--a wider variety of instruments and more electric guitar than on the acoustic-only debut--but the overall sound is still fairly folky. Meredith's tuneful vocals are very reminiscent of James Taylor, and he uses them to good effect, staying within his range. There are faint traces of REM in the jangly guitars that sometimes crop up, but they remain faint. The artists on this label have a good reputation for their songwriting skills. The Garden shows growth from Meredith's debut. While some choruses and the odd phrase could do with more work, the songwriting is well-balanced and shows a lot of potential. The songs have trials alongside the hope and joy, which sits better with this reviewer than the almost overwhelmingly positive lyrical content of Skatman Meredith. That's not to say that these lyrics aren't still mostly positive; they just seem more balanced.
That I have the means to figure these things out If it is written that no one can boast Why is it some feel he loves them the most? Christ came for the homeless, the loveless, the hopeless Confounding the self-righteous, the close-minded, with His authority So I feel the loving grasp of broken hands, pierced hands Lifting me with power, o'er the rampart to the garden." (from "The Garden") The other track which sticks in my mind after the album finishes is "Wrecking Ball," the album's most hummable number. The song has a nice chugging sound, driven by guitars and bass, and a touch of piano in places. The lyrics seem to be questioning the power that violence seems to have acquired in our world, as viewed from an eternal perspective:
Wielding machine guns out in the crowd They got those hand grenades they're pulling the pins They think they're better than us, they think they can win Here come the wrecking ball By James Stewart
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