Ian Moss found his groove a long time ago and is quite comfortable with his position and, quite simply, there’s just no questioning his ability to put together a fine album every few years.
His seventh, self titled, solo album is pretty well what you’d expect from the man.
It’s all here – easily identifiable songs delivered with his highly underrated smooth, soulful vocals, punctuated with one of Australia’s most recognisable guitar styles, and driven by a highly professional, but not overly slick, clutch of top session players.
Given his exquisitely expressive guitar style and his natural inclination for feel and feeling, there’s much for lovers of bluesy soul tinged rock to love.
From the searing paean to his son, Broadway, a perfect collision of affecting vocals and seamlessly dynamic guitar to the funky workout of Baby You’re Just Too Much and the lightly rendered but extraordinarily cool I’m Not Your Only Man, these songs drip with life and soul.
Never really lifting into overdrive, this album is a slow, steady cruise in a vintage vehicle down a much loved, familiar highway.
And with Ian Moss behind the wheel, you can just sit back, relax and take it all in, so that when he takes some of those corners with a bit too much stretch, you know he can pull you back in with the flick of a riff.
Musician, actor, singer, music reviewer, Phil’s interests cover a lot of bases and this is reflected in the music he writes about. From blues to soul, ambient to electronic, Phil writes about artists he feels are interesting, true to their craft and worthy of your ears.