{"id":37510,"date":"2003-01-06T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2003-01-06T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/beneath-the-velvet-sun\/"},"modified":"2003-01-06T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2003-01-06T00:00:00","slug":"beneath-the-velvet-sun","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/beneath-the-velvet-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"Beneath The Velvet Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I just don&#8217;t get you people. Maybe it was the whole<br \/>\nmillennium thing distracting everybody or something. Maybe it was<br \/>\ncriminally poor promotion by the labels involved. But the year 2000<br \/>\nprobably set a modern record for &#8220;Most Really Good Albums That<br \/>\nHardly Anybody Bought&#8221;. In a just universe, bestsellers that year<br \/>\nwould have included The Jayhawks&#8217;<br \/>\n<i>Smile<\/i>, Fastball&#8217;s<br \/>\n<i>The Harsh Light of Day<\/i>, and this, Shawn Mullins&#8217; sophomore<br \/>\ntry as a major-label bonus baby.<\/p>\n<p>The Mullins backstory is the stuff of legend. Ten years of<br \/>\ncoffeehouse gigs and self-published acoustic CDs led up to Mullins&#8217;<br \/>\n1998 indie album<br \/>\n<i>Soul&#8217;s Core<\/i>. Then one day some bright fellow at a big<br \/>\nAtlanta station took a chance on the local guy and threw &#8220;Lullaby&#8221;<br \/>\non the playlist. Boom: regional hit single, major label signing,<br \/>\nnational hit, platinum album, etc., etc.<\/p>\n<p>The inevitable big-budget follow-up album, however, may have<br \/>\nbeen doomed from the start by short-sighted label execs. Seamless<br \/>\nas<br \/>\n<i>Beneath The Velvet Sun<\/i> might appear on first listen, it&#8217;s<br \/>\nactually a two-part affair. The nine-song core of the album was<br \/>\nrecorded in Atlanta and co-produced by Mullins and Anthony J.<br \/>\nResta. It&#8217;s a restless affair, veering from the edgy, literate folk<br \/>\nthat had been Mullins&#8217; trademark as an undiscovered regional artist<br \/>\n(&#8220;Yellow Dog Song&#8221;) to airy, atmospheric rock (&#8220;North On 95,&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Santa Fe&#8221;) to a soaring piano-and-strings ballad co-written with<br \/>\nhis wife (&#8220;We Run&#8221;). The highlight of this set is a funked-up,<br \/>\ntemperature-heightening duet between Mullins and very special guest<br \/>\nShelby Lynne on the grinding, memorable &#8220;I Know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The first four songs, however, were apparently recorded after<br \/>\nColumbia decided they didn&#8217;t hear a single (read: a &#8220;Lullaby&#8221;<br \/>\nclone) among Mullins&#8217; initial set. So, they dragged him out to LA<br \/>\nto record a few follow-up tracks with Julian Raymond, hit-making<br \/>\nproducer for, ironically enough, Fastball. The results were strong,<br \/>\nincluding a pair of highly melodic pop-rock tunes (the clever<br \/>\n&#8220;Amy&#8217;s Eyes&#8221; and the unremarkable yet pretty &#8220;Everywhere I Go&#8221;) and<br \/>\n&#8211; hey, folks, there it is &#8211; a name-dropping,<br \/>\nspoken-verse-over-a-hip-hop-beat, &#8220;Lullaby&#8221;-like piece of Mullins<br \/>\nmagic called &#8220;Up All Night.&#8221; It was the perfect follow-up to<br \/>\n&#8220;Lullaby&#8221; &#8211; so, naturally, the label chose &#8220;Everywhere I Go&#8221; as the<br \/>\nfirst single. (As Casey Stengel famously said, &#8220;Doesn&#8217;t anybody<br \/>\nknow how to play this here game?&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>Ironically, the fourth song of the Raymond set, and quite<br \/>\npossibly the best on the album, is a stirring, largely acoustic<br \/>\nanthem to personal integrity called &#8220;Something To Believe In.&#8221; The<br \/>\nfact that it was recorded under pressure from the label to conform<br \/>\nto their creative tastes is about as close to perfect irony as<br \/>\nyou&#8217;re likely to encounter in your local record store, and<br \/>\ndoubtless lost on those whom you suspect it was aimed at.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;ve dwelled too long already on the circumstances<br \/>\nsurrounding this ill-fated album. The essential information here is<br \/>\nthis: Shawn Mullins has a remarkable voice equally capable of<br \/>\nrumbly, rough-edged lows and billowing high notes; a terrific ear<br \/>\nfor melody; and a fiction writer&#8217;s touch with character details.<br \/>\nThis is a superb set of songs that is compromised only by Mullins&#8217;<br \/>\napparent desire to please the people who took his gentle,<br \/>\nidiosyncratic music and tried to make a quick buck off it. Don&#8217;t<br \/>\nhold against him the fact that the label chose for the first single<br \/>\nthe only somewhat weightless, predictable song on the entire album.<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a ton of good music on here that&#8217;s worthwhile either for<br \/>\nthe long-time Mullins fan or the casual listener intrigued by<br \/>\nartfully conceived, highly melodic singer-songwriter material.<\/p>\n<p>Like the Jayhawks, like Fastball, Mullins found himself in 2002<br \/>\nonce again without major-label backing. In the case of Fastball,<br \/>\nthe result has been a premature breakup. The Jayhawks have<br \/>\nsoldiered on at half-strength, working as a largely acoustic trio.<br \/>\nThe answer has been simpler for Mullins, the once-and-again<br \/>\ntroubadour. He simply shrugged off the disappointing sales of this<br \/>\nalbum, continued performing solo and producing others&#8217; albums, and<br \/>\nis now hard at work on a fascinating collaboration with fellow<br \/>\noutside-the-mainstream songsmiths Matthew Sweet and Pete Droge.<br \/>\nHint: buy their album. The majors probably won&#8217;t touch it, which<br \/>\nwill be your first clue that it&#8217;s really good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":26285,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[6728],"rating":[5613],"class_list":["post-37510","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-shawn-mullins","rating-rating-a-minus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37510","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37510"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37510\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37510"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=37510"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=37510"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}