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Review of Ned Evett's album 'Treehouse'

The thing “Treehouse” has going for it is Ned Evett’s ability to play fretless guitar with a unique fingerpicking style.

By Patrick Prince

Ned Evett
Raging Krill Records

Even on some of the more mediocre songs on his solo album, it pleasantly shines through.

Former King Crimson guitarist Adrian Belew’s solid production on “Treehouse” contributes in raising the bar a bit; and, wouldn’t you know it, one of the best compositions featured on “Treehouse” is the one Belew’s most involved in: “Why Can’t I Believe,” playing both guitar and piano. “Why Can’t I Believe” will wonderfully haunt you with its melancholic soul searching and hypnotic melody.

Ned Evett Treehouse

The Creedence-induced “Pure Evil” has potential, as does the slow-paced, subtle heaviness of “Falling In Line.” Fogerty himself could have penned the frolicking “Dead On A Saturday Night.” “Don’t Despair” ends the visit to “Treehouse” and is most likely the best the album has to offer, with its rustic moodiness and a contemporary Dave Matthews Band appeal.

Evett’s lyrics have a lot of directness and honesty — the kind of honesty a listener will respect. Many of the compositions are charming and lively, but not outstandingly so. The very credible band — Malcolm Bruce on bass (son of Cream’s Jack Bruce), Lynn Williams on drums and Ed Roth on organ — mostly stays out of Evett’s way. Evett’s talents can’t be overlooked, but the “Treehouse” is in need of some improvement — no matter how lived in it feels.