Freedy Johnston's best songs can convey more in a single detail--"And these pills won't even let me cry," mourns the haunted narrator of "This Perfect World"--than most artists can express in an entire album. There's nothi... more »ng quite so poignant on Right Between the Promises, Johnson's fourth album for Elektra and sixth overall. In fact, the album's most aching sentiments are reserved for something not at all human, as the riffy verses of "Back to My Machine" melt into a chamber-pop chorus with Johnston crooning "Oh how I wish you were real." Tasteful string arrangements also complement Johnston's melancholy vocals on "That's Alright with Me," "In My Dream," and the gorgeous "Arriving on a Train," while "Radio for Heartache" strips the formula down to its essence, just Johnston and his ukulele. There's also a pleasant, if not particularly revelatory, cover of the 1970 Edison Lighthouse hit, "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)," but with the entire album clocking in at just 38 minutes, more of Johnston's original hook-filled heartbreak would have been welcome. All in all, a must for Johnston followers, but newcomers may want to start out with This Perfect World and work their way forward. --Bill Forman« less
Freedy Johnston's best songs can convey more in a single detail--"And these pills won't even let me cry," mourns the haunted narrator of "This Perfect World"--than most artists can express in an entire album. There's nothing quite so poignant on Right Between the Promises, Johnson's fourth album for Elektra and sixth overall. In fact, the album's most aching sentiments are reserved for something not at all human, as the riffy verses of "Back to My Machine" melt into a chamber-pop chorus with Johnston crooning "Oh how I wish you were real." Tasteful string arrangements also complement Johnston's melancholy vocals on "That's Alright with Me," "In My Dream," and the gorgeous "Arriving on a Train," while "Radio for Heartache" strips the formula down to its essence, just Johnston and his ukulele. There's also a pleasant, if not particularly revelatory, cover of the 1970 Edison Lighthouse hit, "Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)," but with the entire album clocking in at just 38 minutes, more of Johnston's original hook-filled heartbreak would have been welcome. All in all, a must for Johnston followers, but newcomers may want to start out with This Perfect World and work their way forward. --Bill Forman
"Freedy Johnston earned the right to be called "an American original" by Rolling Stone when he released "This Perfect World". It followed on the heels of "Can You Fly", and in tandem, these are two of the best singer-songwriter records you'd ever want to buy. The imagery inherent in the lyrics, the power of the story telling and the melody that tied it all together left you wanting more.Unfortunately, this album doesn't hold up to the standards Freedy set for himself. He almost sounds like he's gotten lazy, ripping off his own, now tired chord changes. The stories sound as though he rushed his way through the lyrics and the New York edge that spun through "Perfect..." and "...Fly" is gone.I love Freedy and wish he'd awaken to his former self."
Incredible
John Malloy | South Berwick, ME USA | 08/08/2001
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Having been a fan of Freedy's after purchasing Blue Days, Black Nights and then his back catalogue, this record is another beautiful addition. More of a pop slant to this one and it challenges the best of Big Star. All the songs are well-written, there's not a clunker on here and the cover of "Love Grows" fits really well with the feel of the record. It's a sunny day record with the occasional song for a passing cloud."
A Good Listen
John Malloy | 12/01/2001
(3 out of 5 stars)
"I'm a long time fan of Freedy, and I'm enjoying this mellow CD. I find myself humming songs from it frequently. I'm having difficulty rating Right Between the Promises without comparing it to Freedy's past recordings. My response has been a sigh of relief that the CD is comfortable and good, rather than a WOW! what a brilliant project."
No surprises and few risks, but solid music
commontone | 11/03/2001
(4 out of 5 stars)
"The title of my review pretty much sums it up. Being a Freedy Johnston fan, familiar with his entire catalogue, I was a little disappointed to hear exactly what I expected to hear: a collection of songs that rarely strays from his quirky, tried-and-true formula yet is almost always pleasant and exceptional in spots. This description would fit any of his albums, with the exception of "This Perfect World," an album uniformly excellent throughout.RBTP contains a handful of gems: "Radio for Heartache," with a quaint man-with-a-banjo delivery, is actually a home demo Freedy recorded for his LAST album, "Blue Days, Black Nights." "In My Dream" is a creepy ballad suggestive of Sting in his more organic moments. "That's Alright With Me" is plainly produced (some might say boring) but pretty, if a touch too long.There are a few throwaway tracks of bland pop sugar--"Anyone" and "Save Yourself, City Girl"--but they're so well-crafted and pleasant it's hard to dislike them. "Broken Mirror" nearly goes this way as well but is saved by its thoughtful lyrics. The only stinker for this reviewer was "Back To My Machine," a clunky and overdone waltz about robot love (really).Freedy's last album, "Blue Days, Black Nights," was recorded almost entirely live in the studio, with as few overdubs as possible; this process gave the album a warm and very human feel. RBTP, on the other hand, seems to far surpass the slickness of "This Perfect World" (Freedy's biggest complaint about that album) and consequently sounds somewhat manufactured. Even so, Freedy's talent for plaintively affecting lyrics and relentlessly tuneful melodies shines through."
An Obscure-Disk Commentary.
M. D. Weiskopf | Los Angeles, CA USA | 10/12/2001
(4 out of 5 stars)
"Based on the extant critical evidence, I felt like I was the only person who really, deeply connected with Freedy Johnston's last album, Blue Days Black Nights. Like the stars described in "The Farthest Lights", its pleasures were rich and infinite, enigmatic, awash in indigo hues: perhaps the best 2am record since Frank Sinatra's In The Wee Small Hours.Right Between the Promises, by contrast, feels more superficial. The lyrics seem less like the vignettes of albums past, less specific, occasionally too elliptical (undercooked?) for their own good. There are fewer full-blown stories here like "Gone to See the Fire" or "The Mortician's Daughter", more like emotional snapshots than short films. Taken in their musical framework, though, it's less of a concern. And musically speaking, the album is frequently impressive.Freedy's guitarist Cameron Greider (ex-PM Dawn) produced the album, which initially caused me to worry that Elektra's budget was making fewer allowances for Freedy's work. However, the independence has suited Greider and Johnston well; they push the musical envelope to a greater degree than ever before. "Broken Mirror" recalls the tense, burning brilliance of early Son Volt, while "Back to My Machine" is sharp, skewed and dissonant, a warped blues reminiscent of early Pere Ubu. "Arriving on a Train" floats like a lost outtake from Joni Mitchell's "Hejira", and "Radio for Heartache" is all voice and scratchy, plaintive banjo. The songs that take the fewest musical risks - the ultra-mannered "Love Grows," "That's Alright with Me"'s velvet-smooth balladry, the Freedy-by-Numbers stomp of "Anyone" - are the ones that make the least impression, and even if they are perfectly fine examples of songcraft, they suffer next to the insidious creepiness of closer "In My Dream" and the brittle, hallucinogenic "Back to My Machine" -- two of the album's strongest and most surprising performances. The latter in particular, an 18-year-old chestnut rescued from obscurity on a whim, makes me wonder if Freedy isn't going to make good on his avowed influence by all those old avant-garde punk bands he loves so much.With such varied musical settings in such a short running time, Right Between the Promises is difficult to pin down, but if you've enjoyed any of the musical styles Freedy's essayed on previous outings, you'll certainly find something to like here."