This column examines a song - old or new, neurotic or belligerent, classic or indie-tastic. It's got "the buzz", it gives eargasms and it's freakin' awesome.
I was listening to FBI on the ol' car stereo the other day while procrastinating between tedious work tasks. A song came on and i was absolutely convinced that it was Jakob Dylan, son of the man himself and an artist in his own right (please note, i have never heard a song by Jakob Dylan, so this was pure guesswork). The markers were there - a wonderful folk melody strummed confidently on a lone acoustic guitar and a unmistakably Dylan-esque raspy, emotive singing voice.
As the track was back announced, i was proved quite wrong. The song was taken from the recently released second album from The Tallest Man On Earth, moniker of Kristian Matsson from Sweden. It would be near-impossible to deny the correlations with the songs of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, but that doesn't detract from what is a beautiful song stunningly performed.
No comments:
Post a Comment