Genuinely
Strange to read [somewhere] Scott Matthews stated as the
natural heir to John Martyn – or words to that effect – and clearly
drawing musical parallels. I don’t see/hear it at all, unless the suggestion is
Matthews is a fine artist, which he is.
What I hear is much more Rufus Wainwright and Jeff Buckley, perhaps
early Ron Sexsmith: fine enough touchstones for tracing a lineage, and this is
in the sweetness of the vocal – which John Martyn of course had in his early
work, though quite a different sweet factor, and his latter jazz slur became
its own phenomenal and distinctive instrument.
This is a genuinely pretty collection of popfolk songs that
are finely crafted and performed, which is a rather clichéd assessment but that
too is quite genuine.
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