I previously knew Broderick mostly for his wonderful Float, a modern classical masterpiece. This is very different: gone are the lush strings, gone the cinematic beauty. In are vocals, layered choral harmonies, acoustic guitars, home-made clay whistles, and (whisper it) proper songs. That said, this is not a conventional folk album. The production is too knowing for that (and, coming from me, that’s a compliment). The songs are excellent, and it has a lovely intimate feeling. I can’t help feeling slightly underwhelmed after being blown away by his debut, but it will be fascinating to see where he goes next.
I bought this from Boomkat. They describe it as folk/americana.
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