Sliver Park – Neil Jacobson (reviewed by Dave Franklin)

These days, finding an artist who actually writes their own songs is getting increasingly rare. One which does that and then plays every instrument you hear on the song are like gold dust. If you find someone who can do that over a whole album and also throw in a lyrical message which embraces the social and philosophical concerns of the community, country and the world as a whole, then they should be given protected status and housed in a museum.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you exhibit 358, the lesser spotted, multi-instrumentalist, New York, singer-songwriter. Known to his friends simply as Neil Jacobson. Sliver Park is his fourth album to date and is a lovely collection of deftly turned songs forged of pop infectiousness, rock urgency, bluesy grooves and all number of other inclusions and motifs borrowed from across the spectrum.

What The Animal Looks Like is both musically beguiling and lyrically poignant, Brand New Project is a Waitsian-drawled, off-kilter, oddball but endearing and charming too and Victim of Poor Choices gathers together a collection of guitar shards and sonic intrigue, dark, underground Mediterranean licks and brooding honesty.

It’s a cool album, one which can’t be second-guessed, one which never gets predictable, one of which you’ll never tire. And again, that too is a rare thing these days.

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