Picks and Pans Review: Hurt City

updated 08/14/1995 AT 01:00 AM EDT

originally published 08/14/1995 AT 01:00 AM EDT

Stacy Dean Campbell

This 28-year-old son of the Southwest has enough sob in his voice to make the old-fashioned country-music weepers he's partial to sound great. Campbell's a traditionalist, relatively speaking, fond of shuffle beats and pedal-steel guitars. Stylistically he's by way of the sweet-sounding Everly Brothers and dusty honky-tonkers like Buck Owens. Campbell conjures up atmosphere aplenty—you can nurse a heartache to the Orbisonesque "I Can Dream," or picture yourself rolling down the road, the bouncy lope of "Eight Feet High" crackling on the dashboard radio. He doesn't need the moody, fussy Chris Isaak-style production that occasionally thickened his '92 debut, Lonesome Wins Again. This time out the arrangements are leaner and drier, the spotlight squarely on young Stacy Dean—and he and his fine voice just shine. (Columbia)

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