Father John Misty-I Love You, Honeybear...

Let’s start with a confession – I have never been a big fan of the Fleet Foxes. Somehow, warped as this may be, I hold them collectively responsible (stand up Mumford & Sons, you own a share of this) for the explosion of lank haired, watery indie folk and bearded hipsters that threatened to engulf the music scene a few years back. So the idea of a solo album by the drummer from a band that left me distinctly underwhelmed wasn’t exactly lighting my fire. So then I did a little digging. J. Tillman was the drummer for the Fleet Foxes, but he was also an acclaimed solo artist in his own right, long before the FF thing started. A solo artist that had released seven albums by the time he underwent some kind of Road to Damascus transformation and became Father John Misty in 2012. And that’s when things got really interesting – Fear Fun, the first album released under the new moniker introduced us to a different side of Tillman. Edges and flaws. Exposed and human. And so to I Love You, Honeybear. Jesus Christ. This is good. Not just good in ‘album of the week’ good, but good on a level approaching modern classic. I am not kidding. The thing that strikes you on first listen is the sheer musicality of these songs – Tillman has gone for it in a big way, the shackles have been thrown off and a host of potentially deeply unfashionable influence have been scrambled together to produce something incredible. Glen Campbell, The Eagles, Clifford T Ward, Elton John (yes, that Elton John) 70s Laurel Canyon soft rock – they are all in there, in the syrupy string drenched arrangements and little melodic flourishes that pop up with dazzling regularity. And we haven’t even...