(Post Electric Artists)
There's a rare breed of musician that comes along from time to time. The kind who can write songs so devilishly catchy you'll hear them in your sleep, who's lyrics can be cuttingly insightful without falling into the realms of political protest or laughable pretension. Music that makes you feel the need to shine your shoes and head out to experience life.
Hamish Hawk is absolutely one of those musicians, no matter that we're in the midst of another discontented Winter, his latest album Angel Numbers is releasing today (February 3rd) and as a result, I couldn't be happier to have ears or more excited to be heading out of Yonkers, all Sunday clothes and Brilliantine to catch him live on his current tour.
In short “eager anticipation” doesn’t come close to capturing the mood I've found myself in whilst I waited impatiently for a first, second and indeed forty second listen of Angel Numbers. It’s a consistent delight, whether I’m waltzing round the house with a spectre or striding along a riverbank failing to not turn corners in a dramatic flourish.
An eclectic collection of songs ranging from the anthemic Think of us Kissing, the quiet contemplative Frontman (featuring Anna B. Savage) and the disgracefully catchy titular track (Angel Numbers), Hamish Hawk provides us with a consistent slew of attention holding tracks each as erudite as it is well enunciated. The composition and musical production carries captivating and intelligent lyrics balancing and punctuating each piece like a well performed play.
If you’ve got a weakness for music that echoes with influences you can’t quite place, songs that feel instantly familiar and hold up to repeated listening then you absolutely *need* to give Angel Numbers a try. In the same way I can’t choose a favourite child, it’s been impossible to select a single a stand out track from the album.
Hamish Hawk screengrab... you know we're gonna do it when its that good...