The final Johnny Cash: American recording is finally here, and it is brilliant. Rick Rubin, you done good. While there is aguably - and appropriately - no career-redefining moment here, such as "Hurt," nor is there anything one could remotely call a dud. The musicianship is excellent throughout, and the choice of songs for this posthumous offering is perfect, from the stunning opener, "Ain't no grave" (kudos to Scott Avens on banjo) into Sheryl Crow's "Redemption day" on through "I don't hurt anymore" (not to mention the best rendition I've heard of "For the good times" since Kris Kristofferson showed up for a concert unexpectedly lacking then-wife Rita Coolidge). The collection of handscrawled notes (and a photo of the Shroud of Turin) in place of production notes or more extensive lyrics makes for a poignant enclosure. And the twanging "Aloha" that closes the album is lovely: "Until we meet again," Johnny.