There is not one single thing that betrays Bridges' album's masquerade as an honest to god 60's soul record. That scratch'n'hiss sound, that sand'n'splinter rasp, that overflowing mix, those flickering harmonies, those swinging simple lines - its so unadorned, so pure.
Truth be told, I found it a bit boring the first time through, but after a calendar year shotguned already of minor injuries, illnesses, and bills that follow, it's a balm. Its little catches, so muted, lying there just for you to fall into. It's a rare, understated, magnanimous thing that you'd be well served to take into your home // heart this 2016, a seed that's sure to take root 4/5
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