A Yorkshireman of a certain age who likes most genres of music and most makes of old car. Travel is a joy, not least to escape the British winter.
However, on the latter point evidence is in short supply. Hailing from South Indiana, gaining a degree in Microbiology and Chemistry, he spent time as a scientist working for Mars before a damascene moment when he decided that songwriting was his destiny and not a corporate life. We should be glad he did as this is a stellar release and delivered with a voice that has sonorous tones, authority and when in full roar conveys compelling emotion.
A brooding atmospheric ballad with his vocals accompanied by strings and an acoustic guitar high in the mix. It ends with some spoken word: presumably by his father.
Grief Is Only Love made me think how observant this analysis is. Never mawkish he manages to imbue both songs with an exceptional sense of loss and pride. The production values are exceptional and varied with different rhythms making this an interesting listen over the 22 tracks. There are many shades of rock throughout often giving it a thunderous sound.
Henry is completely sentimental about a special relationship with a stepson and he mines all the Nashville tropes deliciously. This is a wonderful hour and a half and one for me to ponder as the end of year lists grow closer.
