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'Welcome to the Badlands. Where the sky expands.'
I'm not a huge one for lists. 'This is going to be the album of the year.' It's better than this but not as good as this...' I suspect things will fall into place. And anyway I don't have a particular axe to grind. I'm not The Prime Minister of a large country. Or CEO of a major corporate player. I'm a sixty year old man sitting at my desk. Watching the world below through the Georgian desk window of my flat. Looking down at the Newcastle street where I live in the May sunight on a Saturday morning.At the people as they go about their day
But I'm listening to Kevin Morby's latest album Little Wide Open and it's really something rather wonderful. Spacious. A truly great American album in the sense that Fitzgerald and Steinbeck and Morrison and Updike used to write Great American Novels. Back in the day. When people had the time and desire to read such things. Plenty still do. This isn't over yet!
It's an incredibly literary and joyous experience and you feel like letting it spin and spin. Like you're out on that Great Mythical American Highway and you have nothing to do byt press your foot down on the accelerator and watch your troubles recede behind you in the toad behind in your rear view mirror,
It's thirteen songs long . Just less than an hour. It doesn't pack its punches. It's lean and trim. Rich with lines that hit you like the sweetest caresses with the sheer beauty and generosiry and abundance and joy and fear of the passage of life. Give it a spin...
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