Chris Knight still fives in a trailer on 40 acres of woods In his hometown Slaughters, Ky. And like every decent Southern gothic novel, Knight’s fife and songs are full of cock-eyed characters who love, drink go to church, procreate, kill, and die with a goodnatured recklessness people in other parts of the country caret seem to muster.Read More
“I just think we might have a little bit of attitude in our songs, as opposed to having a wimpy or silly attitude,” singer/songwriter Chris Knight says. “A lot of us don’t want to look goofy onstage.”Read More
Dark as midnight and mean as a rattlesnake, A Pretty Good Guy perfectly captures the undercurrent of menace in rural American and it’s hair-trigger nobodies. For example, the title-cut character tries to persuade himself that he isn’t so bad, as doest the redneck loser-turned-murderer of “Becky’s Bible”. A fistfight is as good a diversion as any in “Oil Patch Town,” and a brother’s vengeance is skillfully delivered in the ominous “Down the River”.Read More
As Flannery O’Conner immortalized the natives of Milledgeville, Georgia, in her short stories, so singer-songwriter Chris Knight brought to life the denizens of Slaughters, Kentucky, on his visceral 1998 debut. He picks up the thread on that album’s excellent follow-up, A Pretty Good Guy. Knight’s no-frills, meat-and-potatoes vocals paint a vivid picture of local badasses, desperate stick-up men and hardscrabble survivors. His previous life as a strip-mine inspector no doubt introduced Knight to many of his Pike County neighbors, who inspired his richly drawn, moving vignettes.Read More
He’s the next Steve Earle. No, make that John Prine. Bob Dylan? John Hiatt?
In no other genre than singer-songwriter are comparisons so routinely made about new kids on the block. So it is upon the arrival of Chris Knight, a Kentucky-bred hillbilly rocker with a poetic streak and a penchant for gritty tales from the battlefields of everyday life.Read More
WHEN Chris Knight writes a song, something thing bad happens. It could be a broken heart or a destructive fire or a wife abandoning two kids and a good hus- band. A lot of times, it’s death. Most of the songs on “Chris Knight,” ‘ the most striking, confident debut to come out of Nashville in years, show lovers embittered by distance or loss. A rare happy relationship arises In “Love and a.45,” which finds a murdering cop settling down with an armed prostitute, a combination that doesn’t promise much peace.Read More
Don’t be surprised if someday one of Chris Knight’s songs is transformed into a movie script or a best-selling novel.
The 37-year-old singer-songwriter, whose self-titled debut album showcases his weathered voice and penchant for sobering storytelling, wants people to enjoy his music like a “book that they like to read.”
“I’m not trying to make anybody see anything different or be political or make people feel anything they don’t want to feel,” says the Kentucky native in his thick Southern accent. “I just want them to be entertained.”Read More
“It Ain’t Easy Being Me,” the opening cut on this Kentucky native’s debut album, bust through the swinging doors like a brash fanfare for a new roots-rock hero. Knight gives this loser’s anthem, which he co-wrote with Craig Wiseman, a rugged, Steve Earle attack and a self-deprecating twang that’s pure John Prine.
“There ought to be a town somewhere Named for how I feel. Yeah I could be the mayor down there and say welcome to Sorryville”
The most striking new country song you might not hear on bigtime country radio in the coming months is “Framed,” Chris Knight’s gritty saga of an ex-truck driver and prison inmate who admits he shot the man who stole his wife but argues that the victim, not he, was the real guilty party.Read More