Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Bowery Ballroom
Thurday, February 26

Next time your alt.country album needs an epic, weeping, piano-driven, slow-burn, blowout-ballad closing number, look this dude up. Late of the Drive-By Truckers (Father's Day tear-jerker "Outfit," off 2003's Decoration Day, is a highlight for man and band both), Isbell is onto his second solo album, his Alabama twang and general air of Southern-rock insouciance intact, but with a major jones for, well, epic, weeping, piano-driven, slow-burn, blowout-ballad closing numbers. Tonight he unloads, like, 15 of 'em, each one patiently driving home its simple melody/progression/idea, and what's initially plodding eventually becomes grudgingly sort of transcendent -- "Chicago Promenade" is top-shelf Bruce Hornsby shit, "Mandolin Rain" for a venue (a town, really) not much inclined toward mandolins.