Album review: Johnny Flynn, Country Mile (Transgressive)
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Maybe it’s the warbling about the countryside, the hippyish philosophising: “My soul is in the trees …” Maybe it’s his gorgeous voice: warm, mossy, with that trad-sounding, back-of-the-throat quaver.
There’s less barn-floor stomp than on previous albums, but Country Mile is still rousing, with trumpet, fiddle and much – occasionally dicey – harmonising. Also a Shakespearean actor, Flynn’s language and cadence can be quaintly archaic; his wandering-minstrel lyrics poetic, and apple-sweet.
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