 When 
    Ross Ryan sings about putting a bullet through the radio 
    and trashing his TV he’s only half kidding.
When 
    Ross Ryan sings about putting a bullet through the radio 
    and trashing his TV he’s only half kidding.
  Country music may be big in his hometown of 
    Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, but it doesn’t win much airplay in his digs 
    in leafy Glen Iris. The man who rode local airwaves in 1974 on a flying steed 
    named Pegasus has not made huge bucks from that stable in 
    the sky for a long time. But Ryan, 53, has not been idle - his multi media 
    career kept the dingoes from his door as he produced Gippsland gauchos Jo 
    Jo Leslie and Dale Juner at his flood belt studio.
  Leslie reciprocates by singing on Ryan’s 
    fifth album - his first since 1978. Although the radio friendly peak of the 
    disc is a rollicking Shania Twain spoof ‘Look Out For The Ricochet’ 
    this is not just a country disc. But there’s suffice decent country 
    songs such as ‘Not Our Time’ and ‘The 
    Only Show In Town’, featuring Ken Stephenson 
    on pedal steel and dobro and Perth refugee Andrew Clermont on 
    violin, mandolin and 12 string guitar, to give it grit.
    
    And, unlike some better-known artists for whom he has penned songs, he still 
    has the vocal timbre to ensure he doesn’t fall between the cracks.
  There’s even a dab of parodic gospel 
    on finale ‘Walk On Water’ - not the hidden tracks.
  So what about the rest of the disc?
    
    Well, entrée ‘Only My Breathing’ sets 
    a whimsical mood that enables Ryan to stretch out on hook, heavy single ‘Cool 
    River’, with Leslie among harmonisers, and ‘Chase 
    The Ghosts Away’ - both adorned by Clermont. Ryan injects ruptured 
    romance requiems ‘Don’t Be Unkind’ and 
    ‘Lovers Turned To Thieves’ with enough vitriol to ensure 
    they sneak under the radio radar as MOR missiles of mass distraction.
  Whether Mark Holden and Don 
    Burke and the O.K. Chorale on ‘Spirit 
    Of The Rain’ open a TV door is in the groin of the Gods.
  But it appears the 26-year drought between 
    albums has not dimmed passion or talent of a tireless thespian who struts 
    his stuff at Albert Park Yacht Club on February 14.
  DAVID DAWSON 
  Beat Magazine