Best Campfire Punk on departure, loss and England.

Frank Turner has a problem. As soon as he lingers more than four days in his hometown, he goes up the ceiling. So he's as often as possible on the road and enjoys tattooed types in lumberjack shirts with his campfire-punk. He has, however, again homesick and longs for a full English breakfast and the British countryside: "I trace the shorelines through a Thousands estuaries to remind me. On Iceland is my home" But: "I sleep with my passport, one eye on the backdoor, so I can always run."

So all the sympathetic songwriter can not decide just what he liked. It shows on the album. Typical Turner songs about traveling and restlessness are right next songs address the Franks love for England and its local ties. As already said the good Shakespeare? "Heaven Take my soul, but England Keep My Bones."

Unlike his previous albums Frank acts not as dissatisfied. One of his main themes, getting older, the lost youth, is hardly treated. Someone has grown up and is gradually with it. Losing, Winning, love, music and departure remain inspiration in Turner cosmos.

Even on "Love, Ire & Song" Mixte Frank different styles. He spits rock songs down, strummed sweet love songs and strumming his punky folk. So different to songs like "England Keeps My Bones" did not exist but. "English Curse" puts the listener in an English pub, in which an old man sings an ancient folk melody over an even older curse. Mind you without instruments.

In the next track ("One Foot Before The Other"), the old man is driven out of the pub and replaced by a punk band. Abgefahren how well it works, how excellent both songs are next to each other and fit in the music context.

And also the other tracks, it was the merry-atheist "Glory Hallelujah", the supporting guitar pop song "Nights Become Days" or the grooving between rock'n'roll and Country "Peggy Sang The Blues" harmonize beautifully together.

Frank Turner always writes lyrics in which you want to permanently nod in agreement. How right he is. Lines, with which one's body fully tattooed that one posting on his Facebook profile, or you mitbrüllt concerts fervently. "So I'm sorry baby for the time I've hurt you / Sorry friends for the times I desert you / Most days it feels like I do not deserve you / And I wonder did you 're all around still." Another example? "Now who would've thought did after all / Something as simple as rock 'n' roll would save us all?"

At the end is to be hoped that Frank Turner make the pleasure of touring and music never loses. May he long Schrammeln his hemdsärmligen folk-punk and may he continue to write poetic lines full of hope, melancholy and anger. Actually we have to worry about: "And though the things we love will be washed away in the rain we remain.."