JOHNNY CASH
AMERICAN VI: AIN’T NO GRAVE
Released 22/02/2010
Mercury
Rick Rubin undoubtedly did the world of music a favour when he revitalized the quiescent career of Johnny Cash. Before his intervention in the mid ninties Cash’s contribution to music had become neglected and regarded as almost an irrelevance to modern music – Britpop, hip hop, grunge. He had become a half forgotten figure, his legend fading fast into the artificially constructed past. After all the sixties were all psychedelia, long hair and flower children, not cowboy shirts and Carl Perkins on guitar, right?
Well no, not really. Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison was released at the height of the sixties counter culture when Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band was the latest Beatles offering. Cash, one of the greatest recording artists of that decade, had been dismissed and forgotten exactly because he was not associated with the lazy youth culture clichés of the age.
Rick Rubin salvaged the legend of Cash by masterminding his mid nineties revival, a reversal in fortune based on a series of albums produced by Rubin himself, but what to do with the legend of Cash now that he has passed away? Rubin obviously idolizes the memory of Cash but on ‘Ain’t No Grave’, the last of the American Recordings series, compiled and put together from the scraps of the last recording session, we hear more about how Rubin felt about Cash than how Cash felt about the world. One cannot help feel Cash’s legend has been co-opted in a slightly unsavory way. There is a sense of uncomfortable editorial misjudgment permeating the entire album.
The highlight is the opening track ‘Ain’t No Grave’ an ominous dirge in which an unflinching Cash looks death square in the eye. The way in which this tracks differs from almost all the rest is that it tackles death with a sort of calm acceptance which some how rings true. It is in contrast with the rest of the songs here which take a different and much more sentimentalized approach; take for instance ‘Redemption Day’, a Sheryl Crow cover, which is full of hooky religious imagery and half baked sermonising.
‘For The Good Times’ sees Cash in his much diminished and shaky voice sing ‘don’t look so sad, I know it’s over’ to schmaltzy musical accompaniment while ‘I Corinthians 15.55’, the only track here written by Cash himself, is the sort of hymn you might expect from a troubled Christian as he edges towards the end but the musical treatment of the song is so sappy it complete detracts from the authentic feeling of the words. The album ends with Cash’s dying wish of a world without war and a final corny farewell of ‘Aloha Oe’.
So the problem is that ‘Ain’t No Grave’ is as artificial a construct as the false history Rubin had rescued Cash from with his original American Recordings. Marketed as ‘Johnny’s Final Studio Album’ but actually a cobbled together collection of off cuts stuck together seven years after the great man’s demise, it is an album that does no great service by almost unbearably sentimentalizing the death of a legend.
VOGELENZANG RANK : 6.60
Sample Track : Johnny Cash – Satisfied Mind