There is this entire haunted quarter of folk-tinged rock and roll that I've only recently explored, populated by folks like Nick Drake, the recently discovered Alexander Spence, and now, introducing, Davy Graham. Everything here rings darkly, wisped with deep blue wisps of reverb, sounding shouted from outside if you're inside, inside if you're out, detached and alone and unto itself.
The guitar playing is peerless: complex and nuanced and decidedly listenable, serving mostly to overcome a pretty tuneless vocal performance from Graham himself.
A strange ghost of an album, worth hearing just to clap an echo into your subconscious for a while 4/5
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