Mortal Prophets – Dealey Plaza Blues
As listeners, we dream of albums like this. Albums that take a well-worn, tradition-based template or two, blow them wide open then put the pieces back together in a way that isn’t just satisfying but leaves one gasping a bit at both the startling results and the daring it took to create them. It’s those records - think Horses, Contort Yourself, Marquee Moon - that we end up acknowledging as legends at birth, records that manage to confirm our preconceptions while shattering them in pretty much the same instant and Mortal Prophets’ second record Dealey Plaza Blues, construed via the incomparable talents of John Beckmann, is here to join their ranks. Like those, DPB is a fresh, exciting, even startling record because it’s like nothing you’ve heard before and because you’re deeply familiar with most of what it offers.