You get the sense that the record company folk couldn't believe their luck when Billy Marten. It's a box ticker of what I imagine they're looking for in the modern artist. Sensitive, sturdy , hidden depth, bruef ecoes if Joni Mitchell, and all that early Laurel Canyon vibe .
Only trouble with new album Dog Eared. It never breaks for cover. Or threatens to. It's astonishingly risk averse. Constructed from the kind of components that would generally slot together with potent vigour. That's lacking here. It's bland I;m afraid.
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