Anyone who'd been listening closely to the songs
Michael Nesmith wrote while a member of
the Monkees (or heard his hard to find 1968 solo debut for Dot) already knew that
Nesmith had a soft spot for
country music. But when
Nesmith left the pre-Fab Four to form
the First National Band, he dove head first into the twangy stuff, and if he wasn't the first guy to merge
country and rock (
Gram Parsons easily beat him to the punch on that), he was certainly doing it well before
country-rock became the next big thing, and Magnetic South made it clear he had his own distinct way of bringing the two genres together.
Nesmith put together a top-flight band who sound at once relaxed and thoroughly committed, whether easing through a laid-back number like "Joanne" or kicking up some dust on "Mama Nantucket";
O.J. "Red" Rhodes' pedal steel work is superb throughout, while bassist
John London and drummer
John Ware offer strong, unobtrusive support (the great
Earl P. Hall also sits in on piano). And though the phrase "cosmic cowboy" wasn't coined for
Nesmith, it could have been; here, he indulges himself in a consciously poetic and philosophical lyrical style that's a good bit more abstract than one would expect from a former
Monkee, though
Nesmith's dry sense of humor is always lurking around the corner, ready to rescue him when he slips too deep into pretension. Mixing a
country sound with a rocker's instincts and blending airy thoughts on the nature of life and love with iconography of life in the West that brought together the old and the new,
Michael Nesmith reveled in contradictions on Magnetic South, making them sound as comfortable as well-worn cowboy boots and as fun as a Saturday night barn dance. It's a minor masterpiece of
country-rock, and while
the Eagles may have sold more records,
Nesmith yodels a hell of a lot better than any of them. ~ Mark Deming, All Music Guide
