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Ricky Lynch has spent more years than anyone can care to remember entertaining people in bar rooms and venues far and wide.  His cast repertoire includes some of the finest moments of roots, folk and rock 'n' roll.  Now Lynch finally gets to present an album of original tracks to the world.

Lynch should really have nothing to prove, but in his quietly understated way he reveals a breadth of musical styles over the course of Cant Stand Sitting Down.  No country can stir the romantic and artistic soul quite like the USA, and Can't Stand Sitting Down is steeped in its lore and musical heritage.

There's a subtle range of styles here, from depression era folk to acoustic swing blues.  There's even time to fit in a gentle Tijuana melody in Down On Mexico.  While a lot of the richness of this musical palette comes courtesy of producer Johnny Scott, it is held tightly together by Lynch's plaintive voice.

In love and life, Lynch's voice speaks for underdogs, reckless gamblers and doomed mavericks.  Just Lies Again is a bitter lament for the betrayals heaped upon Native Americans by their white conquerers.  The Devil On Your Trail has something of the libidinous quality of its philandering blues man.  Some of the songs chime with such authenticity that you have to remind yourself that these are originals.  Pray To St. Anthony and Darling Rose are vivid essays of desparation and hope, but Lynch saves his best for last with On A Winter's Afternoon.
Album Review by Don O'Mahony

LEGEND has it there were four highwaymen, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Wille Nelson and Kris Kirstofferson, who together - and when riding solo - fought the good fight for country music, all the time shooting from the hip.

That is the myth of course, for there's another, Ricky Lynch, who though never in the gang was doing his bit for the cause in a different land.  Now finally, we have an album from the Lynch Mob leader.

Like his brethern across the Atlantic, his songs have that passion, rhythm and storytewlling that only a musician with pure belief in his songs can have.

On Just Lies Again he lays bare the hurt caused by the Western man to the native Indians, while Margarite And The Gambler is a song a young Bob Dylan would have been more than happy to call his own.

So here's to Cork's Highwayman.  Never hang up your hat Ricky.
Album Review by Kieran Dineen