Within the first song on Justin Townes Earle's second album Midnight At the Movies, you just know you're hearing something special, that you are party to the unknown and exhilarating paths being charted by an artist on the creative ascendancy. If you didn't look at the songwriting credits, you'd swear the songs were part of our collective musical DNA, penned on the stoop of a one-pump filling station in Dust Bowl-era Oklahoma, the smoke-filled song and dream factories of Tin Pan Alley, or at the back door of Tootsie's Orchid Lounge in Nashville. Justin effortlessly taps the romanticism imbued in the beaten-soled travelogues and mythos of Woody Guthrie, the lounging around a campfire at a work camp and the edgy angst of a wintry Minneapolis (yeah, just try to get that mandolin line from the cover of the "Mats " Can't Hardly Wait" out of your head.)

Midnight at the Movies is held firm by Justin's astonishing vision, yet roams o'er the vast landscape of American music without so much as a stumble. From the deft ear for orchestration and ambient arrangement reminiscent of Randy Newman right through, somehow, the countrypolitan cool of Lambchop and hipster retro vibes of Palace Brothers/Silver Jews and Magnetic Fields (simply look to the title track for proof), to the amber smooth swing of the Ray Price smilin' thru the heartache school of country ((#2, #8), to the immediacy and disarming simplicity of country blues (John Henry), Earle pulls it all off with a confidence and candor that tells the listener that the daring exhibited on his debut album, The Good Life was not a one shot deal and only hinted at the growth to come.