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Kevin Coyne died eight years ago at the ridiculously early age of 60. Always a prolific and restless creative force, he left behind a considerable body of unreleased work.
This album, lovingly put together by his son Eugene, consists of 19 songs recorded in 1972 at his home.
The album shows Coyne to be a genuine blues artist. Most numbers are self-penned and they're either acute observations of ordinary life or an outpouring of feelings about the absurdities of our existence.
Raw stuff, but the sound quality is excellent and the sleeve notes informative and evocative.
Largely ignored commercially throughout his life Coyne was totally uncompromising, whatever the financial cost.
But he's left an amazing body of work to listen to in decades to come and this album shows where it all began. It will surely keep his legacy alive.