Archer Prewitt - Wilderness
It's been a rough couple of weeks for Steve Winwood. First, his Traffic bandmate Jim Capaldi dies; then, he reaches an even lower spark when Archer Prewitt's Wilderness bumps Blind Faith from the top spot on Roman Polanski's list of all-time favorite album covers. But unlike the subject of Prewitt's pederasstic cover art, the musical content of Wilderness is certainly not underdeveloped. Throughout this album, Prewitt plays the role of metaphysical minstrel better than just about anyone since Cat Stevens (before he started loading the boxcars on the Peace Train full of ammonium nitrate).
The lyrics are deep and mysterious throughout, as evidenced by the fact that I still haven't quite figured out whether "O, KY" is an ode to the Bluegrass State or America's favorite coital lubricant. And musically, there are certain moments scattered across various points of Wilderness that recall Pink Floyd and even Led Zeppelin, channeled through Seals and Crofts. Like his previous albums, Prewitt's latest requires repeated listenings to fully reveal itself, but you definitely won't mind getting lost in this Wilderness.