David Ford

British singer-songwriter David Ford’s last album, I Sincerely Apologise For All The Trouble I’ve Caused, was so inspiring that Neil Young’s longtime manager, Eliot Roberts, asked for two copies—one for him, and one for Neil.   I’m guessing that they would agree that it contained some wonderful personal music, including the gentle “I Don’t Care What You Call Me,” the frank “Cheer Up (you miserable fuck),” and the political “State of the Union.”  I’ll also guess that if they hear its studio follow-up, Songs for the Road, they will be equally impressed.

Ford’s second album attacks the listener with the anthemic track, “Go to Hell,” and the lovely piano ballad, “Song for the Road,” which features poignant lyrics like, “I’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo” and “While poets try to engineer definitions of love/you know, all I can think of is you.”  It’s a short album at 37 minutes, but there’s no filler; Ford uses every minute to state his case as an undeniable talent who will likely keep getting better with each song. 

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