The Martins Valedictory?
I mean, I’m sure there’s still a lot of interest in and enthusiasm for the Martins (including me!), but insofar as this feels like a valedictory album, it’s as much the occasion for mourning the Martins’ serial dysfunction, which kept hobbling their forward momentum, as it is an opportunity to reflect on their enormous, prodigious ability. One way to look at it: the Martins have been in this on-again-off-again squabbly fitfulness almost as long as they were originally together and touring on a national scale. If this is a reunion, it’s the bittersweet kind that runs on the pleasant but wispy fumes of memory and nostalgia.
But gosh they were astounding to encounter for the first time, weren’t they? Their style may have not have fundamentally changed the arc of southern gospel history or development, but they were atop a vanguard of groups who gave voice and shape to a generation of gospel fans looking for the music to open up and let a little air in from the outside.Email this Post