Edinburgh Cas Rock
After years spent in indie's wilderness, it's not surprising that tonight seems less a gig and more an act of defiance against an indifferent music scene...
"I wish we had some happy songs," he mock-sighs at one point, peering into the tiny crowd, "but we don't." As if he needed them. Each of Kelly's country-tinged, camp-fire homilies glow like long-lost classics, each careworn melody recalling Neil Young at his most plaintive and Dylan at his least guarded. Witness 'Long Time Walking' and 'I'll Be Yours', the latter a heart-fluttering paean to true love that casts a knowing shadow over alt-country's smug output.
And while Kelly and his band's quieter moments seem effortless in their simplicity, it's their rawer, rockier numbers that truly triumph. So maybe Kelly is tinged by a little cynicism, his enthusiasm dampened by years of apathy. Is it any wonder? After all, music this great cries out to be heard. Long may he strum.
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