I cannot begin to comprehend how you deal with the death of a son. For over two years the Scofield family and friends have journeyed the earth fulfilling their son's wish to have his ashes scattered across the world. But there's something fitting that, as that global project concludes, Scofield has created a record about home, roots and family. Country at its best tills the most fundamental of fields, the relationships with our nearest and dearest, and few are as well qualified as Scofield to explore that territory. Sometimes he plays straightahead, true to the melody as on the gorgeous ‘Mr Fool’; sometimes he cuts to the bare quick of the song's emotional heart, as on the bop breakdown of ‘I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry’. It's hard to imagine a more appropriate band for Scofield: Goldings is gold dust throughout, whether adding Larry Young-type swells on the Hammond or paying tribute to Johnny and The Hurricanes on an uproarious take on ‘Red River Valley’. But it's his spare piano, downright Monkish on the joyous ‘Mama Tried’ that calls forth broad smiles. Stewart and the surely immortal Swallow are there for the music at all times, tight and bluesy on a heart-breaking ‘Wayfaring Stranger’, and attacking ‘Jolene’ like it was the first time they'd heard it. This isn't country for old men. This is a musical country for us all.