Hard Luck Stories

by William Ruhlmann The musical style has been familiar for over 40 years, with a wheezy-voiced singer half-reciting mouthfuls of words over his acoustic guitar playing (punctuated by the occasional blast of a harmonica), augmented by an electric bass, drums, an organ doing rhythm fills, and, now and then, an electric guitar line. That's right, it's Highway 61 Revisited-era Bob Dylan, but Ike Reilly, on his fifth full-length album of the 2000s, isn't so much a new Dylan as he is a new Willie Nile or, given his sense of humor and devotion to the drug-addled and desperate, another Todd Snider. In these songs, the first-person narrators and other characters struggle for love (or sex, anyway), scrape out modest livings as rock & roll performers and drug dealers, and even try to raise children. As usual, there is a golden-hewed, inebriated romance to it all (which may make Reilly a new Tom Waits) that is not without its charm, even if you want to count the silverware. Reilly communes with likeminded pals Shooter Jennings (in a duet on "The War of the Terror and the Drugs") and David Lowery of Camper Van Beethoven and Cracker. By the end, on "The Golden Corner," he is trying to convince a girl named Mickey of the magic to be found in skipping out on work and walking around town. Change her name to Sandy, and Reilly's a new (young) Bruce Springsteen.