In the case of Charlie Winston, a friend of mine was delighted and fundamentalist lobhudelte me whose Mucke long as the mind until I finally took pity and listened closely. Indeed, it managed the 'Hobo' to me to mill with each turn deeper over his ears to the heart: with its excellently composed and arranged songs, soulful and authentic acting lyrics and a voice that dominates the spectrum of sensitivity to crazy, produced at last again someone's long lost goosebumps effect on me. Last Elbow had brought me (I even nachreiste up to Edinburgh because I had missed her concert in Berlin. Great stuff!).
I can not really emphasize individual pieces; I think all great. In the beginning it was rather the brisk pieces with catchy quality, of which I could not get enough. Meanwhile, stir me ballads like 'Calling Me' regularly to tears.
Who now even begin to compare with a trendy German jazz musician dares (sorry, RC, you're charming and a great musician - but stuck just somehow in the category drugstore music for me), which is a punishment for Nanu Nana ans shelf with the chained scented candles and a month driven with panpipe music in the madness!
