Some Of It Was True - Keaton Henson

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In my favourite book, ‘The Colour of Memory’ by Geoff Dyer, one of the characters, Freddie, says of his own book: “Oh there’s no plot.  I hate plots.  Plots are what get people killed.  Generally the plots are the worst things about books.  Plots are what you get on television; there’s no need for them these days.”  Dyer adopts that notion in his novel, and I mention it because a similar structurelessness underwrites Keaton Henson‘s debut single.  Bitterly questioning an ex-lover (or perhaps a complete stranger) and her new partner about the validity of their relationship, the Londoner seems to permanently be building to a break-out chorus, like so many slow-singers do.  Guitars and drums, plus his own corrosive resentment, conspire to drive him on, to whip up the storm.  And yet the peak never comes; eventually the song just finishes, without sentiment or fanfare.  And because of that it feels brilliantly personal and genuine, rather than a by-the-numbers ballad from an expert, veteran crooner.  (More on guardian.co.uk)

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