Couple of prime corn-fed discs for the cowboy in you. They are both sheerly excellent, packed full of song-writing goodness and seasoned with the finest playin' and singin'. So fine, in fact, I can't imagine you not already having them. But if either one is new to you, scarf it up, because this music lasts a lifetime. The quality of timelessness is frequently found in this genre - something, perhaps, that comes with being part of a long tradition of musicality.
The credits on Wayne Berry's '74 solo album are jaw-dropping. I'm too bone idle to type out lists here, so check discogs. What's special about this album is that they all give their matchless best to songs worthy of their talents. Produced by the great Norbert Putnam. Almost unbelievably, this gorgeous piece of work sold shit.
Country Funk's album is a little different. Musicianship is homespun, songs not up to Berry's standards, but it stretches the genre envelope nicely, in the same way as the first Morning album [already featured at th' Foam - Ed.]. A strong indebtedness to CSNY/Byrds is evident, and there's some mighty tasty guitar workouts, too.