Album Review: One More That No 'Count Infernal Revenue Man by Gene Tyndall
Alright, let’s get into this curious little gem of an album. Gene Tyndall’s One More That No 'Count Infernal Revenue Man is one of those records that sneaks up on you, like a stray cat you didn’t know you needed in your life. It’s Folk, World, & Country all rolled into one dusty Americana package—straight outta the US and released under Twilight Records. And honestly? It feels like twilight itself: hazy, golden, and just a little bit mysterious.
Now, I gotta say, the title track “That No 'Count Infernal Revenue Man” hits hard right outta the gate. You can almost picture Gene sitting on a creaky porch somewhere, banjo in hand, griping about taxes or some other bureaucratic nonsense. The lyrics are sharp, funny even, with lines that feel ripped straight from a barroom rant. There’s something oddly satisfying about hearing someone air their grievances through song—it’s rebellious but warm, like flipping off the IRS while sharing a beer with your neighbor.
And then there’s “One More,” which somehow manages to be both heartbreaking and hopeful at the same time. This tune sticks with me because it feels unfinished, like a story left dangling mid-sentence. Maybe that’s intentional; maybe it’s not. But damn if it doesn’t make you lean in closer, trying to catch every word. The melody loops around itself, simple yet hypnotic, and Gene’s voice cracks just enough to remind you he’s human, too. It’s raw, unpolished, and beautiful for it.
What strikes me most about this album is how real it feels. No shiny production tricks here—just honest storytelling backed by acoustic strums and foot-stomping rhythms. Listening to it is kinda like finding an old photograph in your grandparents’ attic. At first glance, it seems ordinary, but the longer you stare, the more layers reveal themselves.
So yeah, One More That No 'Count Infernal Revenue Man isn’t perfect. Some might call it rough around the edges, but isn’t that what folk music’s supposed to be? Real people singing about real stuff. Anyway, as I sit here typing this up, I’m reminded of something my buddy once said: “Life ain’t always pretty, but it sure makes for good songs.” Couldn’t have said it better myself.
Oh, and hey—turns out Gene Tyndall was also a tax accountant before going full-time musician. Go figure.
