by Jon Azpiri
The Tragically Hip have always taken a certain modest pride in their Canadian roots. The group wanted to title their third album &Saskadelphia,& but the record label found it &too Canadian.& The group then suggested Road Apples, local slang for frozen horse-droppings, and the record label, unaware of its meaning, liked it. Don't let the title fool you; Road Apples is some of the best of the Hip's best work. Recorded in New Orleans under the watchful eyes of producers Don Smith and Bruce Barris, Road Apples is a more polished effort than the group's previous two albums. Smith and Barris have created a cleaner, more efficient sound that complements lead singer Gord Downie's manic energy. Equally impressive is the work of guitarist Bobby Baker. The Southern twang on &Twist My Arm& as well as the raw power of &Little Bones& and &Long Time Running& illustrate Baker's skill and dexterity. The ballad &Fiddler's Green& is a pleasant departure and is as effective as any of the other tracks on the album. All in all, the straight-ahead roots rock of Road Apples is a perfect example of why the Tragically Hip are legends north of the 49th parallel. American audiences have yet to catch on, but they would be doing themselves a favor by not stepping aside Road Apples.