Vic Chesnutt

Silver Lake (New West)

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Vic Chestnutt Beachland Ballroom Thursday, July 24
With Silver Lake, Vic Chesnutt strides boldly into the realm of lushness -- and for the first time, that's not an alcohol reference. Because of his partial paralysis, his guitar leans toward spare necessity, and his voice -- always a wry, bittersweet instrument -- often comes closer to spoken word than to singing. But the production of Silver Lake is a mile deep, with three-part harmonies prominent in more than one song.

That's not to say that Chesnutt has strayed far from the slice of sliced lives he's practically trademarked. "Band Camp" opens a scrapbook for seemingly autobiographical and heartsick stories, and the deceptively cheerful "Fa-La-La" explores a young man's fear of leaving the hospital and going back to real life. Chesnutt confidently warps metaphors, milking the trapped, gelded narrator of "Sultan, So Mighty" ("I'm here to watch the ladies/And fan away their sweat") and the poet-as-Styrofoam-cooler machinations of "Styrofoam" for everything they're worth.

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