Album review: Doug Tuttle, ‘It Calls on Me’

Among the great tragedies in rock history is the big hole in Boston lore between Barry & the Remains walking offstage at Shea Stadium and the moment Aerosmith got its wings. Only the most devoted locals seem to know of the treasure trove of records that came out of the Hub during the acid-fueled late ’60s, and fewer still know that almost five decades later the city is still a hotbed of groovy, way-out tunes. On his sophomore solo release, Somerville’s Doug Tuttle dials in a set of songs that wouldn’t have sounded out of place at psychedelic ballrooms like the Boston Tea Party or the Crosstown Bus. But this isn’t just a nostalgia trip: Tuttle’s keen sense of songcraft, his ability to balance folk-rock melodies with experimental textures, make this a thoroughly modern affair. When “Saturday-Sunday” modulates from lush LA-influenced pop to Krautrock-fueled instrumental, when the mellotron strings of “Make Good Time” fade into a chasm of analog delay: These are the moments when you realize that Tuttle is a master of the form, and a local treasure.


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