 What happens to a kid who hangs out in the same house as Gordon Lightfoot, Amos Garrett and, of course, Ian and Sylvia Tyson and then moves to Toronto?
Well, this, roughly. Kick it Down isn't a bad album at all, even though it's immediately identifiable as something Canadian. I don't know what it is with us. We're so easily pegged. I blame Bruce Cockburn.
The title track, which is a little out at first, turns out to be a pretty good one, and Stitch in Time has a nice temperament, subtly country.
Clay Tyson seems like a nice guy. His lyrics aren't anything to change religions over, but such is fate. There's a smoothness to this that isn't overproduced and moments of fun are noteworthy, if a bit too deep in the trademark white funk of the Commonwealth nations. TV theme song music. If he is indeed the clay of the Tysons, he'll need a little more sculpting before he changes the way we listen to music. |
