Det andet biblioteksfund i går var Chuck Prophets syvende soloplade fra 2002 “No other Love”. Prophet har en fortid i firser-Tuscon-Arizona-rock-bandet Green On Red, men har siden 1990 forfulgt en solokarriere (til dels ved siden af, for Green On Red gendannes vist, når det passer ind i de medvirkendes andre aktiviteter…).

På solopladerne har Prophet udvikles sig til en anerkendt sangskriver, der har leveret til så forskellige navne som Alejandro Escovedo, Solomon Burke, Heart, Kim Carnes, Peter Wolf, Kim Richey, Carter’s Chord og Kelly Willis. Det vil ikke være helt forkert at kalde Prophets musik for americana-rock. Det er en gryde, hvor der blandes forskellige elementer fra den store amerikanske musiktradition med en tydelig forkærlighed for det, der smager af country. Denise Sullivan fra Rolling Stone sammenlignede den med en donut (og det var positivt ment…) og skrev følgende om pladen, da den kom i 2002:

“Pulling from the funk zone (“Summertime Thing”), sophisticated soul music (“No Other Love”) and the kind of fat, greasy blues you can make a meal on (“What Can You Tell Me”) singer-songwriter Chuck Prophet nails together a sonic hybrid of urban and rural America on his self-produced sixth album. Since his days with psychedelic brown dirt cowboys Green on Red through his Nineties work fronting his band, Prophet’s made sideways soulful and bluesy rock and roll his business. More than country-fried licks slapped on top of slam-dunk rock, Prophet’s American sights and sounds are fed through a compassionate lens. Straight-up melodies are filled-in and skewed by surprises like farfisa, sitar and strings, as Prophet turns the dusties and undesirables into shiny jewels. Stories of little criminals unknown legends and waste-cases (and sometimes all three, as in “I Bow Down and Pray to Every Woman I See”) are firefly-electric in their naturalness. Combine that with a dirty rock & roll vocal and that whalloping guitar, and you’ve got an undeniably American mix of stuff that’s easily digested but still dangerous. Like donuts — the subject of the album’s opening salvo — what’s not to like?”