Album Review: Rickett Pass – Bad Decisions
From the mining towns of 19th century Appalachia to the dimly-lit corner bars of Downriver Detroit come Rickett Pass – a 4-piece alcohol-fueled and slightly demented Bluegrass quartet. Led by the convincing grovely vocals and banjo strummin’ of Mason Damn Tinsley and the high-harmonies and mandolin of Joe Vega, Rickett Pass strum, yell, proclaim and complain their way through this DIY-CDR delivered from their merch-box to your hands in a brown paper lunch bag decorated with a black Sharpie.
There’s real flares of tradition here, but it’s the just-slightly cow-punk feel that sets this apart. At times they channel early Bad Livers, the grandfathers of bluegrass-punk, and at others they approach Steve Earle’s collaboration with the Del McCoury Band – The Mountain, but they keep it more raw and home-grown than both. The washtub bass thumps along as the Ricketts meander through 12 short tracks of heartache, defiance, cocaine and alcohol. They can pretty it up nicely when they want (“You’re Worth That Much”, ”One Way Road”), but they’re at their best when it gets dark and angry (“You Can’t Catch Me”, ”Troubles of my Own”).
This isn’t morning music and these aren’t songs for a sunny day. It’s iron stoves in shacks and ash trays in smoky bar-rooms. It’s missing teeth and chewing tobacco. It’s coming up a bit short when it’s time to pay your tab and waking up drunk with a long day at the factory ahead. It’s the hills of Kentucky shot into the arm of the once-vibrant Downriver Detroit music scene, providing a warm fix that’s been missing down there for years.






