CD - Digi-Pak
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Mexican-born Texan Mando Saenz makes his sophomore album a launching point for what should be a significant career. Inventively produced by R. S. Field, with captivating songs both self-penned and collaborative (with Kim Richey and Will Kimbrough, notably), Bucket also boasts inspired musical support from guitarists Kenny Vaughn and Richard Bennett, among others. Saenz locks into a captivating, unsettling mood from the outset of the ethereal guitars-and-tablas-driven soundscape of "Wrong Guy," a different kind of bitter kiss-off number in which the narrator is less assured of having the last laugh than he is of his lingering resentment. At the other end of the emotional spectrum, the guitar stomp of "I Don't Like It" evokes more immediate emotions of impatience and longing. Thus the paradox of Bucket: The light and the dark are barely distinguishable, and Saenz's songs illustrate how easily one can mutate into the other. Possessed of an unsteady sense of order in matters of the heart, Saenz's sound and phrasing have the laconic flavor of a backwoods Rufus Wainwright, not as overtly dramatic but every bit as bruised, yet always looking for a reason to believe. Saenz never fully emerges into daybreak: in the album's tender closing ballad, "Last Goodbye," amid a lush backdrop keyed by violin and piano, he ponders whether to self-medicate himself into oblivion but in the next breath invites a return visit from his lost love. As Mickey and Sylvia observed long ago, love is strange. David McGee, Barnes & Noble