Band reunions are frequently daunting high-wire balancing acts as much for the fans as they are for the band. On the one hand, long-term supporters get to bask in the warmth of their youth; a reminder of days gone by when life was a long path stretching ahead and chores could always be put off until tomorrow. On the other, the band in question can line up one more pay day before bidding each other a final farewell. But what to make of those groups who want one more round in the studio? Will they add to their legacy, or fall to the floor by sullying it with substandard tosh that does no one any favours?
As evidenced by 2019’s Psychedelic Paisley Soul – their first album in more than 30 years – The Long Ryders not only defined their oeuvre, but actually picked up where they left off. And now, proving that it was no fluke, September November refines their sound further with a lyrically contemplative look at the ongoing march of time, while pausing to shake a disappointed head at the state of our union and beyond.
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