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Johnny Cash – Blood, Sweat and Tears

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This vintage Columbia 360 Stereo pressing has the kind of Tubey Magical Midrange that modern records can barely BEGIN to reproduce. Folks, that sound is gone and it sure isn’t showing signs of coming back. If you love hearing INTO a recording, actually being able to “see” the performers, and feeling as if you are sitting in the studio with the legendary Man in Black, this is the record for you. It’s what vintage all analog recordings are known for — this sound.

If you exclusively play modern repressings of vintage recordings, I can say without fear of contradiction that you have never heard this kind of sound on vinyl. Old records have it — not often, and certainly not always — but maybe one out of a hundred new records do, and those are some pretty long odds.

What amazing sides such as these have to offer is not hard to hear:

No doubt there’s more but we hope that should do for now. Playing the record is the only way to hear all of the qualities we discuss above, and playing the best pressings against a pile of other copies under rigorously controlled conditions is the only way to find a pressing that sounds as good as this one does.

What We Listen For on Blood, Sweat and Tears

TRACK LISTING

Side One

The Legend Of John Henry’s Hammer
Tell Him I’m Gone
Another Man Done Gone

Side Two

Busted
Casey Jones
Nine Pound Hammer
Chain Gang
Waiting For A Train
Roughneck

AMG  Review

Where Ride This Train was about railroads and how they shaped America, Blood, Sweat and Tears is not only about the folklore of trains, it’s about the fables of the American working man. That means there are classic ballads like “Casey Jones” and “The Legend of John Henry’s Hammer,” but also relatively recent blues like “Busted,” the field song “Pick a Bale of Cotton,” and the worker’s lament “Tell Him I’m Gone.”

The delivery is plain, simple, and never overly sentimental, but the thing that makes the record really work is the fact that the album consists almost entirely of first-rate material, without much of the unintentionally corny history lessons that weigh down most of Johnny Cash’s Americana records.

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