CASS MCCOMBS (USA)
8th February 2019
Anti
“Another immense masterpiece from Cass McCombs full of nuance and depth. A kaleidoscopic, at times stunningly brutal, but always honest look into the absurdities of the modern world according to the complex lyrical musings and myriad of musical influences of one of America’s finest singer-songwriters; one of its few quintessentially true modern day troubadours. That he hasn’t got the wide appreciation he deserves and in all probability never will speaks volumes about the wider music world’s general lack of artistic integrity and intelligence, something McCombs, without overtly setting out to do so exposes with every note and every word”. James Stocker. Indie30.
“Streets been my silence
Streets been my bed
I’ve bled, puked, and cried here
And dreamt I was dead
Seen a ton of bad omens
Walked through you fighting with your lover
Stepped over a few purple bodies
And dreamt I was another
The street lamps came on
Fireflies all around
Dreaming of my baby
Somewhere in this town
Stood out front a bar
Watched the people inside
Stepped on my cigarette
And into the night”
Sidewalk Bop After Suicide – Cass McCombs.