Join the dots between the hazy American dreamtime of the likes of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and the pastoral drifts of more modern keepers of the sacred hallucinogenic flame such as My Morning Jacket and you form a line that points directly at Israel Nash. Unashamedly referencing the cosmic Americana of a distant past, he walks through re-imagined musical landscapes, down dusty West Coast byways and along the mythical paths of a kaleidoscopic, alternative America and returns with its legends set to music. All musical genres turn full circle eventually and Israel Nash could find himself as the new flag bearer for just such a revival.
