
On first listen you may be forgiven for assuming that this is an album to be filed in the freak, acid-folk purist drawer, and yes there is a lot of 70’s Haight-Ashbury, re-appropriated folk sounds and west coast psychedelic vibes running through the songs, but by the second or third time around you will realise that for the most part this is fantastically subversive world pop with songs such as So I’ll Go reminiscent of Paul Simon’s Graceland’s period. At it’s sweetest it wanders into James Taylors commercial folk territory, at its weirdest it gives the likes of Talking Heads a run for their money, it throws around old blues licks and re-invents alt-country making it strangely both more country and more alt at the same time.
It does feel like Bill has put all his eclectic eggs in one basket here, thankfully charm and quirk act as a cohesive force and the wandering nature of the musical thought processes is smoothed over accordingly. It does make you wonder what he will follow this album up with, it could (and surely will) go literally anywhere, and I for one can’t wait.
