David Kennedy is rambling — no, raving! — about the new Sam Phillips album, Don’t Do Anything.
Longtime fans – small in number but fierce in loyalty – will no doubt furrow their brows in concern for their beloved singer when they hear Don’t Do Anything. If Boot was injected with intermittent optimism borne of fresh wounds, the new album has the sound of healed-over scar tissue. It’s by no means relentlessly dark, but it is often darkly comic.
… [T]o those for whom music – especially Phillips’ music – is a treasure held near and dear, Don’t Do Anything is yet another delicate miracle from an artist who is herself no small miracle.
My review will be in the next issue of Christianity Today. I was given much less space for my own rave, but my enthusiasm is just as strong as Kennedy’s.
Oh, by the way, NPR’s All Songs Considered features Sam Phillips today.