Robert
James Selby – Scrap-Book Ballads Vol. 1 (Grasmere)
Born and raised in Yorkshire, and now resident in
London, Robert James Selby paid his troubadour dues traveling Europe, singing
on street corners, sleeping on floors, and generally having the time of his
life. He considers himself a poet rather than a songwriter, and his influences
err towards Byron and Keats rather than the well-worn names that tend to crop
up in reviews.
I can’t say I’m too au fait with the romantic poets,
or poetry in general. I did write a limerick one that was hilarious, but I
can’t remember the last line, so it’ll have to remain unpublished - for now.
Selby takes his words considerably more seriously, which isn’t to say that he
doesn’t lighten the mood when required. In contrast to the majority of his
contemporaries, he’s quite willing to accompany his words with upbeat,
energetic tunes, and “Hard Love” and “Cats Of Pere Lachaise” provide a lively
launch for the album. Elsewhere he revisits the delights of 1980s indie on “I
Still Adore” (even the title is suggestive of C86, Morrissey/Marr, Stone Roses
and Sarah Records), and “Song To Soho”, a paean to London’s most misunderstood
district, is sweet and gentle. Throughout “Scrap-Book Ballads…” Selby eschews
the solo approach, and his supporting cast of musicians add considerable nuance
and depth to a fine collection.
Tony S.
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