Dallas native/Nashville resident Andrew Combs melds bits of country, folk, and pop-rock into a mellifluous brew cooked to perfection by production that allows it to simply flow, rather than try to shape it to suit a genre-specific section at the record store. Topped off by his burnished voice, pitched somewhere between intimate confession and quiet insistence, the songs insinuate themselves quickly into your consciousness, resting gently until called upon for comfort. Whether Combs is telling stories (“Dirty Rain,” “Rose Colored Blues”) or waxing political (“Bourgeois King,” “Blood Hunters”), he makes every track feel like a visit from an old and dear friend. (Fri. 17, Cooper’s BBQ, 12mid)
This article appears in March 17 • 2017.
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Michael Toland started writing about music in 1988 on the Gulf Coast, moved to Austin in early 1991, and has inflicted bylines upon the corporeal and digital pages of Pop Culture Press, The Big Takeover, Blurt, Amplifier, Austin.citysearch, the Austin American Statesman, Goldmine, Sleazegrinder, Rock & Roll Globe, High Bias, FHT Music Notes, and, since 2011, The Austin Chronicle.
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