Ron Sexsmith Carousel One

Ron Sexsmit Carousel One

By Jake Tully

The oft-woebegone songsmith Ron Sexsmith appears to have some newfound jubilation on his latest record, Carousel One. While the past string of Sexsmith’s albums may have showcased disenchantment and dejection, The Canadian troubadour’s latest focuses on much balmier themes; namely, satisfaction. Carousel One is as sunny as the title suggests, with Sexsmith on top of his game as ever.

It would be difficult to actively dislike what may be some of Sexsmith’s most affable songs to date. “Saint Bernard” is quite literally about a fictional canine, while “Lucky Penny” brings the refrain “She’s my lucky penny/when I ain’t got a lousy dime.” Though quite the sea change in mood from the atmospherically morose Forever Endeavor, Sexsmith hasn’t lost of any of his edge. The album’s closing “Many Times” is the doleful capstone that brings back the gravitas of Sexsmith’s dejection, yet in such an artful manner that it’s almost breezy. There’s something to be said about an artist that can craft an album that stands on the jaunty side of the fence with still leaving large traces of acerbity throughout.

Sexsmith seems to constantly experiment with familiar styles and genres while still maintaining an elusive sound. As always there’s the typical Nashvillean influence as well as Byrds-esque track ready to bowl one over in a minute or two (see: “Can’t Get My Act Together”) The familiarity is what one comes to expect from Sexsmith, but it’s this that makes him so genial. Listening to Ron is similar to listening to an old friend spin a tale and pick on some tunes – it’s only boring if you’re not paying attention.

Once again, Sexsmith’s vocals are unparalleled. Ron’s effortless voice and uniquely warm timbre has only improved over the years. Carousel One exemplifies how just how refined his singing has come along with Sexsmith crooning as emotively as his debut 20 years ago.

What makes Carousel One a standout release is the unassuming quality that surrounds it.  Sexsmith’s consummate talent could have naturally called for some boasting to celebrate more than two decades of recording. Rather, our pal Ron gives us a modestly touted, pop send-off, complete with electric organ. A braggart Sexsmith is not. Though, perhaps he ought to be.

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