
Adam Balbo comes across for all the world as an exiled New York anti-folker. His music settles slap bang in the middle of territory most well known for the likes of Jeffrey Lewis and Lach, and I am hence just a little surprised why Balbo himself doesn't get anything like the same amount of credit. It's possible there isn't a similar mutual-reinforcement society in San Francisco to the famous one in New York, but that sounds unlikely. And really, if you want to know what I am talking about, then this might not be the best album to [...]