From earlier on this calendar year, Hope is for the Hopeless, the latest album by The Golden Dregs, (aka Benjamin Woods), is a record that draws you in over the course of its playing time. I found initial interest succeeded by growing respect and finally by the time it drew towards closure, warm immersion.
Woods persona is unmistakably that of the lonesome cowboy, a long way from home, A lot closer to Utah or Ohio than Balham High Street. His world-weary vocals tip a stetson to Lee Hazlewood, Laughing Len and Townes Van Zandt. There's even a song called Nancy and Lee if you missed the signposts planted firmly in the soil track after track.
Woods is by no means the first London based musician to write a love letter to mythic America. Hope is for the Hopeless, ticks the to do list required to pull off such chutzpah. It's a delightful record, best played at the end of the night staring into the golden light of a half-full whisky tumbler.
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