Terry Allen’s 1975 debut, Jaurez, is a story of a Texican Badman. It’s a western pastoral told through timeless songs and gentle orchestrations covered in dusty ragweed and a thurderstorm here and there. Here, Allen weaves a finely woven tapestry of American outlaw adventure, sex and violence, with characters ranging from sailors and prostitutes to mad-men and rock-riders. Very few concept albums drum up and maintain the sincerity and reverence that Juarez encapsulates.
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