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Gibson displays an easygoing facility as a writer and singer on his debut. Most of this material is presented in acoustic settings; the electric arrangements may lean toward Johnny Cash ("I Can't Tarry Long") or Mellencamp ("I Believe"), but always there's highway dust on Gibson's boots and roots woven through his youthful voice. His songs address the faded pleasures of life in prairies, small towns, and other places that resemble his Texas haunts. In particular he seems drawn to Sunday rituals -- a gospel service on "Kripalu," and the subsequent gathering of families on "Sunday Social." But this attraction goes hand in hand with the excesses of the night before, though Gibson's allusions to indulgence seem more poetic than graphic; his ode to the woebegone solo singer opening for some "hippie jam band" on "Ballad of the Balladeer" says more through implication about the dark side of Saturday night than many less subtle barroom laments. The last track, "The Hardest Part of Hurtin'," is the brightest gem in this collection, from the classic country wordplay in the title to the delicately mournful tenor of its lyrics and the startling device of dropping the instruments out for a moment of a cappella intimacy. Robert Doerschuk, All Music Guide

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