
A masterclass in 1960s countrypolitan. Robbins' velvet baritone navigates lush orchestral arrangements and themes of transition, travel, and quiet heartbreak.
1968 · Hallmark Records
By the Time I Get to Phoenix captures Marty Robbins in a state of sophisticated transition. Moving away from the dusty, sparse narratives of his gunfighter ballads, this 1968 record leans fully into the 'Countrypolitan' sound of the late sixties. It is an album of deep, resonant velvet: Robbins' baritone is at its most supple, gliding over arrangements that favor swelling strings and polished studio techniques over the raw twang of traditional honky-tonk. It feels like a late-night drive through a landscape that is both physically vast and emotionally claustrophobic.
How does By the Time I Get to Phoenix sound next to the rest of Marty Robbins's catalogue?
Late Night saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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