The Man From Managra: Half A Century Sun (Inner Ear Records)
The Man From Managra rhymes forgotten with autumn. He paints a perfect Constable and then parks a Cruiser tank on the lawn. The songs are instantly familiar, like an old china cup but look closely at the patina, it’s all the miniscule cracks that let the strangeness in. You know, all these weird little glitches ticking away under the surface, the chorus in the background, it veers off the road and back on, a drunken ride in the moonlight. It’s a dream on a summer day when you fall asleep in a hay-field and heaven opens up and calls you in, Nick Drake’s hand reaching down from the silver-lined clouds. It’s the walk home down the dusty lane, the white wine making everything impossibly bright. Impossibly bright.