Soul and blues, elegant and scorching guitar, blistering vocal and emotive singing, a band full of horns and organ/keyboards and other sass and refinements. The Marcus Kind Band. Wonderful.
I am not embarrassed. I feel apologetic, but not mortified
by any means. Why? [Well, you’d want to know what about first, surely, but I’m
asking the questions]. Read my previous music post about King’s excellent solo
album and my not having heard of him and/or with his band before.
For me, it is all down to the absolute excellence of the
music out there. Yes, loads and loads of dross too. But whether it is the amount of
good or bad, you can’t always get through it all. But what is superb will come
around.
As I promised, I have searched more out, and Carolina
Confessions is the first no doubt of some other exhilarating discoveries, so I’m the
lucky one coming to this now. What a fine, fulsomely soul/blues/southern
rock/ballad variations of aforementioned this is. I recommend also trawling
through YouTube for the live showcases of fundamental talent - perhaps patronising
to mention 'for someone so young' - but there you go, that’s another impressive
factor. Check out especially Easy Eye Sound and Paste sessions.
One final observation, my observation in the previous review
about the song Young Man’s Dream is
as it stands – first impression – but I now know more of its introspection
and honesty about a personal journeying, musical and otherwise. Knowing something
about this song informs knowing more about the beautiful title track song on
this album – how the leaving and touring and learning is personally profound,
especially in the honest reflection of the author. There is another lineage in
this song [and whole album], from Blood Sweat & Tears, the guitar out of
Chicago, and Redding.
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