Curtis Eller’s American Circus has given us an album of musical mirth and reflection that needs to be recognized for not only for it’s merit, but also it’s free ranging feel. The album comes on the heels of the 2004 elections in America, and gives us 10 songs that truly describe the feeling of the aftereffects of fallout associated with the post electoral drama.

‘Taking up Serpents Again’ starts off with the title track, which should also be noted is the overall theme of the album. The placement of this track first of all is perfect, the lead off to this musical journey starts with a subtle banjo that builds upon the entrance of Mr. Eller’s cooling voice. The lyrics however, are anything but subtle with lines like, “Just like that son of a bitch gonna wind up in the White House every time. And the silver's there just to keep your mind off the copper in your dime. And the war between the States was just a bell they had to ring. You can bet it was a sure thing”

The song itself is an ode to the next four years of the American approach to politics, and much like the overall feel of the album, it notes a cynical optimism that conveys sadness and conviction. The song itself is that of a blue period, a sort of crossing over into the next plain of understanding in a time where confusion and discontent seem to have taken hold of an unsuspecting public. The chorus sounds the refrain, with a nice light percussive tambourine beat, and a trickling banjo riff that rattles the chains of all of the sleeping spirits lost to their apathetic slumber.

“And I'm taking up serpents again
And I'm speaking in tongues unknown to men
I thought the cracks through that heart was finally on the mend
But I'm taking up serpents again
Yes I'm taking up serpents again”

Through this entire album a particular attention should be given to the lyrics. Mr. Eller’s ability to not only match his instrument to the emotion of the piece, but to also breathe new life into a traditional instrument is both refreshing and impressive. Through the more rocking beat of songs like ‘Hide That Scar’ and quiet odes like ‘Buster Keaton’ you can physically feel yourself being taken on a journey as the folk and bluegrass styles combine to form a powerful aphrodisiac to the senses. In the song ‘Sugar In My Coffin,’ one of my personal favorites, you hear a blend of traditional melody with modern sensibility. As always the lyrics compliment the music with a seamless flow, Curtis sings, “Oh no there ain't no Elvis Presley from the waist down. Or else I ain't learned nothin' from TV. He's shaking like an animal, point that camera where I said. We need this white boy going crazy like a hole in the head. So when I'm dead and gone, I want some sugar in my coffin.” If this song in particular doesn’t make you tap your foot and dance, then odds are you’re dead.