Three's the charm for Bruce! After the rancid and useless ode to Giants Stadium (you know, where giants played the game) and the so bad it could turn you Republican "We Take care Of Our Own", I was ready to count the newbie out before it was actually released.
But lo and behold, this charming little hootenanny finds brunce remembering some of the lessons he learnt from his Seeger sojorn, and with a squeezebox and a ransackle buncha E Streeters joining him on the verses, actually makes a political salvo without sounding like a plank.
You see, good humor, smarky lyric and a sense of community will get over better than harangueing every time. And a song you wanna singalong to will enlist more people than a stomping snarl. Especially if the snarl sucks.
By the end there is a soul singer singing us out. very effective touch. Suddenly, I'm less scared I am gonna be stuck with another dog from Bruce.
Grade: B+