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Roky Erickson
True Love Cast Out All Evil

Anti (2010) Sean K.

Roky Erickson – True Love Cast Out All Evil cover artwork
Roky Erickson – True Love Cast Out All Evil — Anti, 2010

First record of new material of Roky's since 1994's All That May Do My Rhyme finds

the singer in a more reflective mood. The rough edges have been all sandpapered out by Okkervil River on these songs. Not that this is bad thing, it's just not as left of center as some of his previous output. The title track features a great melody and "Be and Bring Me Home" is a sad song that may have you cryin' in your black coffee when it's over. This seems to be a record painted with themes of redemption for Roky. And if you know his past history, this is really an amazing achievement. Very fulfilling record, play it and let it all seep into your bloodstream slowly.

8.5 / 10Sean K. • November 3, 2010

Roky Erickson – True Love Cast Out All Evil cover artwork
Roky Erickson – True Love Cast Out All Evil — Anti, 2010

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