Bill Fay channels damaged folk that hits most of the right dark spots, but he might make you a tad uncomfortable with that whiff of crazy coming from the lyrics and the maddest guitar solos this side of Lou Reed's on "The Blue Mask." Easy listening for the apocalypse, as Sr. Fay seems obsessed with the Second Coming, whether that's Jesus or Hitler. But those melodies, that's the thing in the end, right? What's a synonym for haunting? Plug that in. I actually enjoy this more than Skip Spence's "Oar," which is probably sacrilege in some back room of an English pub where wild-eyed goateed men debate the relative merits of insane folkers. Me, I'm just a lurker on the fringes, searching for late-night sounds to make the hootch go down gently. This helps.
4 comments:
I'm pretty sure I gave that guy $1 last w/e after he asked for spare change. Seriously, what's up with the photo? I can whiff the bum smell from here.
Have you looked in the mirror after a three-day bender? Stanky.
How dare you!
Who give's a crap what the guy looks like? He wrote some great songs..and it was the early 70's and again...who cares? If you buy your music based on what the performer looks like,hope you're digging those N'Sync CD's, Dakota!
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