Amazon.co.uk Review
Hamell On Trial--a nom-de-plume for an American songwriter known only as Hamell--are one of those acts who seem to be begging for a new genre to be created in their honour. Hamell On Trial's two albums prior to
Choochtown have earned such epithets as acoustic punk and anti-folk;
Choochtown, for its part, sounds more than anything else like the pathfinding work of gangsta country. These are angry, bitter songs, weighed down by Hamell's sonorous drawl and densely packed lyrics. Recorded mostly in a variety of Brooklyn basements, the songs are either or both gloomy stories and fervid rants, recalling comedians like Denis Leary or Bill Hicks as much as they do kindred musical spirits like
Sixteen Horsepower or (though the comparison would surely cause Hamell to pop an artery)
Shawn Mullins. It's somehow appropriate, then, that this fine record closes with a hymn to the effect that "I wish Bill Hicks was alive".
--Andrew Mueller