Graham Coxon
Crow Sit on Blood Tree

THE REVIEW

...It seems that he just woke up, Graham, in the introduction to "Empty word", the opening track, but suddenly you are transported into a tangled forest of riffs, distorted solos, and time changes. It's the entrance—drunken, angry, majestic—into an album where melancholy ("All has gone", "Bonfires"), devastating anger ("Burn it down", the same "Empty word"), alcoholic ecstasy ("Hurt prone", "You never will be", "I'm going away"), distorted folk-rock vignettes ("Tired", "Thank god for the rain", "Too uptight"), psychedelia ("Big bird", the desolate and splendid "A place for grief", a tunnel that takes you to another dimension, the concluding track of enormous intensity) mix together to create what is the mirror of the English guitarist's soul (as far as I'm concerned, the best guitarist of the last twenty years, and admittedly my favorite guitarist).

Inspired, stripped-down, direct, without filters: the emotions that permeate each of the album's songs hit you like a raging river.

Let yourself be flooded