Ryan Adams is one of my favourite solo artists. A prolific songwriter and openly tortured soul, he’s virtually done it all and the guy’s barely turned forty. An alt-country legend as the front man of Whiskeytown and The Cardinals, he’s equally at home as a sneering rock star, heavy metal thrasher or sensitive balladeer.
With an incredible seventeen records under his belt, there is much to discover in his varied canon. Unusually for me it’s his most commercial long player that resonates the most. A sixteen song opus that transformed him from a largely cult concern into a Grammy-nominated artist with an international audience.
The first time I saw Gold on the shelves I had no idea who Ryan Adams was, or even that the record was called Gold due to its ambiguous cover. With no title or artist name to be seen, there’s merely a shot of twenty seven year old Adams, his face partially hidden as he poses awkwardly in front of a giant U.S. flag