Night Life

Wasn't familiar with this. The steel guitar is great. Don't know how often I would come back to this but I appreciate now having familiarity with it.

Ni idea de quién es. Vamos a culturizarnos. Suena muy bien, muy tranquilito. Una especie de Roy Orbison sin tanto gorgorito.

I've enjoyed this for all the reasons mentioned in the reviews. I'll give it a 4*, not for the abum greatness, but for it being a testament to a bygone era.

The couple on the front of this album cover are almost certainly cousins.

Back when country spoke about real
Human emotions and not weird ass faux nationalism.

A little jazzy, a little bluesy, a little rockabilly. Slow, sad and oddly beautiful.

Pretty repetitive though.

Music for a 60s whites-only Lūʻau

God, I just loathe country music, with extra spicy antipathy towards this honky tonk bullshit. I don't know if Ray Price was racist, but I presume he was because country is music made for racists by racists.

The album happened definitely! The bass and pedal-steel was all I can remember :)

I feel like I've listened to at least 10 albums just like this at this point on the list. Just fine. 2.5/5 - 3/5

3.0

I was pretty excited by the first 15 seconds of this album because I’ve been listening to a lot of lap steel guitar country music lately (surf country, psychedelic country, etc). Sadly, as soon as Ray Price opened his mouth, the spell was broken. And to hear it was for a long winded album introduction… woof. Admittedly, that tainted my first listen of this album, but I enjoyed it more the second time around.
If I’m going to listen to 50/60s crooning, I think I prefer this to the lounge lizard alternatives. As a kid, I think this is what I thought Elvis sounded like; at least late stage white jumpsuit Elvis. Anyway, at only 37min, the album wraps up just as my attention span starts to wane and that’s great.
Lastly, Idk if we’d have Orville Peck without Ray Price, and thats reason enough to give this a thumbs up.

3.5

I liked this one. It was very warm and smelled like pipe smoke. Lots of slide guitar. Favorites were The Wild Side Of Life and Bright Lights And Blonde Haired Women.

Nope, thank you.

This was fine, nothing really stood out, but I didn't mind it. 3/5

Christ where do they keep finding these albums

Night Life is an album that i didn't enjoy very much. This album mainly suffers from issues that some other albums suffer from including ones like Richard Hawley's Coles Corner where the album does nothing all that horribly but its just super uninteresting. I get that this is a fairly early country album coming from the early 60s but there are country albums that released before this that are way more interesting and memorable than this one. This is just a massive nothing album to me that lacks anything to make it really good or really bad, I'm running out of things to say as it is just kinda there.
Best Song: Let Me Talk To You
Worst Song: Sittin' And Thinkin'

Country singers were already familiar with making concept albums before the Beatles ever tried their hand at it, such as with Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs and Bitter Tears. Ray Price here has one too, and Country music works really well for this type of storytelling. The vocals are incredibly clear and the songs are easy to understand. This album feels a bit drenched in Country clichés though, partially because of the era its from and because it influenced what came after. It's an enjoyable listen, but there's much more interesting Country music from this era.

The good: He has a really good voice and the songs are all decent. The bad: it's all the same song over and over, sometimes a little upbeat, sometimes not. Oh, and it's country. That said, not the worst thing to listen to.

What a voice! Sad sentimental songs sung so sweetly, with aching swelling pedal steel guitars, crystal clear twangy reverb soaked telecaster solos, just the right amount of honky tonk piano, a touch of fiddle, and a bouncy cowboy bass carrying it all along. I love this old addicted to heartbreak country stuff that's all about what a big loser you are, how everyone is so cruel to you all the time since you're a pathetic drunk failure, how you'll always be lonely and you deserve it for being a stupid miserable little shit nobody could or should ever love, and how the only pleasure in life is the anguish of seeing other people have a good time that you're not invited to and the only thing you can do is project onto them your own fantasy that they're not actually enjoying themselves.