Rock and Roll was a pretty great double album, but it would have been a killer single album.
For me, alt country/country-rock is about like the '90s "Swing revival" groups - some good stuff in there, but most of it just reminds me of why I love Duke Ellington. Listening to all this Whiskytown reminds me why I don't have more Uncle Tupelo or early Wilco or Son Volt - it's all decent; some of it extraordinary, but most of it still just sends me running for Gram Parsons or Hank Sr. or Hank Snow or Webb Pierce or even Dwight Yoakam or Townes Van Zandt. Little of it is really awful, but there is a blurry, samey-sameness to it that makes me think I will spend more time in my library wth the classics than learning to love some of this.
I know exactly what you mean, but I found especially with Whiskeytown, the more I listened to it, I just started to fall in love with it. Faithless Street especially blurs together, 21 tracks of samey-sounding Uncle Tupelo ripoffs and drunken acoustic dirges. But the songs do reveal themselves. Same with Pneumonia, it's a bit of a homogenized mass of slick production, but it's actually quite a varied and wholly interesting album. As for the issue of authenticity or worthwhile as compared to the genre's progenitors (or at least those who inspired the genre), I don't necessarily agree with your approximation of the fad 90s swing revival because at least these musicians were somewhat unique and had something interesting to say and play, rather than just completely rip off the old, elder statesmen.
But certainly I could see how Whiskeytown can seem really boring and unoriginal at first, I felt the same way. But lately I've been listening to more WT than solo Ryan. Hope the rest of the WT stuff to come doesn't kill you before the solo RA.
I don't know that I'd go so far as to call Whiskeytown boring, and if I did just say that then for about the millionth time in life, hyperbole has gotten the better of me. Some of this stuff, esp. Stranger's Almanac, I really love. Pneumonia I need to hear again, as homogenized slickness wasn't what I recall annoying me. What I remember is a lot of it had a heroin-dirge quality to it that left me feeling as sick and fever-dreamy as the condition it's named for.
