London-based, Brisbane/Meanjin-born singer-songwriter MF Tomlinson's new project "We Are Still Wild Horses" on PRAH Recordings.
"Time documented a world in turmoil, with Tomlinson feeling cautiously optimistic about what was to come, his EP We Are Still Wild Horses finds him lost in isolation, embarking on a journey into the self in search of hope and catharsis.
The carefully plucked notes that introduce “Winter Time Blues” are the songwriter’s first tentative steps into his psyche. Like a Leonard Cohen or Richard Thompson completely shorn of hope, Tomlinson describes his daily drudgery, his voice audibly sagging at his powerlessness to carry the weight of the world’s issues. Spooky synth swells, tense strings and twirling brass leer up out of the shadows like psychedelic spectres welcoming him into the grotto of his unconscious - as he sinks into a depression caused by the cold and lack of light - "After all, for Christ's sake I'm an Australian"."
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London-based, Brisbane/Meanjin-born singer-songwriter MF Tomlinson's new project "We Are Still Wild Horses" on PRAH Recordings.
"Time documented a world in turmoil, with Tomlinson feeling cautiously optimistic about what was to come, his EP We Are Still Wild Horses finds him lost in isolation, embarking on a journey into the self in search of hope and catharsis.
The carefully plucked notes that introduce “Winter Time Blues” are the songwriter’s first tentative steps into his psyche. Like a Leonard Cohen or Richard Thompson completely shorn of hope, Tomlinson describes his daily drudgery, his voice audibly sagging at his powerlessness to carry the weight of the world’s issues. Spooky synth swells, tense strings and twirling brass leer up out of the shadows like psychedelic spectres welcoming him into the grotto of his unconscious - as he sinks into a depression caused by the cold and lack of light - "After all, for Christ's sake I'm an Australian"."
London-based, Brisbane/Meanjin-born singer-songwriter MF Tomlinson's new project "We Are Still Wild Horses" on PRAH Recordings.
"Time documented a world in turmoil, with Tomlinson feeling cautiously optimistic about what was to come, his EP We Are Still Wild Horses finds him lost in isolation, embarking on a journey into the self in search of hope and catharsis.
The carefully plucked notes that introduce “Winter Time Blues” are the songwriter’s first tentative steps into his psyche. Like a Leonard Cohen or Richard Thompson completely shorn of hope, Tomlinson describes his daily drudgery, his voice audibly sagging at his powerlessness to carry the weight of the world’s issues. Spooky synth swells, tense strings and twirling brass leer up out of the shadows like psychedelic spectres welcoming him into the grotto of his unconscious - as he sinks into a depression caused by the cold and lack of light - "After all, for Christ's sake I'm an Australian"."
London-based, Brisbane/Meanjin-born singer-songwriter MF Tomlinson's new project "We Are Still Wild Horses" on PRAH Recordings.
"Time documented a world in turmoil, with Tomlinson feeling cautiously optimistic about what was to come, his EP We Are Still Wild Horses finds him lost in isolation, embarking on a journey into the self in search of hope and catharsis.
The carefully plucked notes that introduce “Winter Time Blues” are the songwriter’s first tentative steps into his psyche. Like a Leonard Cohen or Richard Thompson completely shorn of hope, Tomlinson describes his daily drudgery, his voice audibly sagging at his powerlessness to carry the weight of the world’s issues. Spooky synth swells, tense strings and twirling brass leer up out of the shadows like psychedelic spectres welcoming him into the grotto of his unconscious - as he sinks into a depression caused by the cold and lack of light - "After all, for Christ's sake I'm an Australian"."
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London-based, Brisbane/Meanjin-born singer-songwriter MF Tomlinson's new project "We Are Still Wild Horses" on PRAH Recordings.
"Time documented a world in turmoil, with Tomlinson feeling cautiously optimistic about what was to come, his EP We Are Still Wild Horses finds him lost in isolation, embarking on a journey into the self in search of hope and catharsis.
The carefully plucked notes that introduce “Winter Time Blues” are the songwriter’s first tentative steps into his psyche. Like a Leonard Cohen or Richard Thompson completely shorn of hope, Tomlinson describes his daily drudgery, his voice audibly sagging at his powerlessness to carry the weight of the world’s issues. Spooky synth swells, tense strings and twirling brass leer up out of the shadows like psychedelic spectres welcoming him into the grotto of his unconscious - as he sinks into a depression caused by the cold and lack of light - "After all, for Christ's sake I'm an Australian"."