Simon Joyner
Grass, Branch & Bone
[Woodsist]
Joyner returns with another heartbroken transmission from a dank Midwestern basement. Fuller in sound than older, explicitly lo-fidelity entries in his catalogue, Grass, Branch & Bone possesses a more mature world-weariness in place of the raw-nerve naval gazing he made his name with. As a pedal steel wheezes alongside a doleful fiddle, one can feel the rollie smoke yellowing the brim of his cowboy hat. This feels like it will be cherished by a few and unduly overlooked by too many.
Words: Danny Wilson
