Album Review: Frank Turner – ‘England Keep My Bones’

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Four albums in and still wise, sincere and wonderfully British

With recent scenes on TV of preparations for the final NASA shuttle mission, it’s with great timing that [a]Frank Turner[/a] is singing the lyrical home truth that we all had to deal with as a kid: “[i]Not everyone can grow up to be an astronaut[/i]”. He offers this advice on album opener [b]‘Eulogy’[/b], which is classic Turner; sincere and attention-grabbing, with the comfort of open-hearted honesty. On this, his fourth studio album, Frank makes a gentlemanly flutter from patriotic medieval a cappella to romantic intricate folk and onto heavier, throbbing gang-vocals.

Such flitting does not indicate a totally new direction for the people’s prince of punk poetry, but it means the tales now reveal a more detailed landscape, home to myth, romance, anarchy and a wealth of vivid delights. With the standard set, Turner brings an almost literal meaning to the notion of ‘traditional English punk’ and, as always, it’s a fearless venture for an artist with something interesting to say.

Kelly Murray

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