An album of winsome, pastoral folk songs, Chris Allan’s debut is a thoughtful, deeply considered record of characters he has met over his travels as a performing musician.
Recorded in just over a week with double bass and drum accompaniment, the songs are marked by Allan’s archly melodic guitar jangle and his quivering chime of a voice.
The result is a quiet wonder that is a sheer delight to listen to.
The songs themselves are quiet little mysteries that slowly unravel with each revisit, a set of sepia-tinged stories that glint in the sunlight of their telling.
Opening with the darkly sibylline Drowning Season, a tale of men possessed, the mood is set for a compelling listen.
This is further echoed in the brooding, to the bone lyrics of Good Man Die and Amsterdam, the songs following the tradition of troubadours and storytellers stretching back hundreds of years.
Delivered though a hazy prism of delightful, John Martyn influenced guitar picking and a pair of fellow musicians who almost invisibly shade in the spaces with soft colours that hang together beautifully with the melodies, Drowning Season is a lovely construction indeed.
A dreamy gem.
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