On the Road Again, Micah P. Hinson.

On the Road Again, Micah P. Hinson.

Abilene troubadour Micah P. Hinson has, as he’ll suggest during On The Way Home (To Abilene), repeatedly threatened to come apart “at the seams” for whether finding himself hospitalised following on from a Spanish car crash – the country where his more literary fancies were first published – or in hot water over his deeming Barack Obama to be “the murderer of the American Dream” back home, his staunchly Republican stance arguably as renowned as any of his records, Hinson seems to favour the incertitudes of life.

All of which renders On The Way Home (To Abilene), a first from his upcoming And The Nothing full-length, oddly comforting. For accommodating as the sofa upon which you whiled away your childhood, and familiar as the intricate knack to unfastening the knackered lock on your parents’ front door, mellow keys tumble about reedy lap steel tones, Hinson’s bristly croon spinning a comely yarn concerning dinner simmering on the stove. “Sometimes it seems such a waste, but you will do it all anyway/ It’s been so long since you have felt much older” he continues, succinctly synopsising that inimitable feeling of being homeward bound, hurtling toward a place where age is of absolutely no consequence, atop a musical backdrop reminiscent of a decelerated take on On the Road Again. Although most pertinently, for the first time in quite some while, Hinson sounds to have again relocated the straight and narrow, and that can be no bad thing for devout aficionados of the Americana genre, regardless of wherever they may themselves call home.

Micah P. Hinson And The Nothing is anticipated March 10th via Talitres.

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