A very classy turn.
Shireoaks… Kiveton Park… Kiveton Bridge… Woodhouse… Darnall… for all its rich musical history, the train journey through the industrial ghost towns and suburbs of Sheffield is hardly the stuff of legend. One of several bizarre and alluring things about ‘Coming Home’, however, is the way that Richard Hawley has made a classic rock’n’roll elegy out of such unromantic inspiration. Listening to his slow croon, it’s as if he’s drifting through the desert towards LA rather than waiting for the train in South Yorkshire.
Hawley sings a little like Roy Orbison and writes songs as though he’s a failed showman in
a scuffed suit who’s turned to country, and possibly drink, for consolation. The truth is more tragic: he used to be the guitarist in the Longpigs, which makes you wonder how, with such hidden talents, he tolerated Crispian Hunt’s sparkling combination of egomania and mediocrity for so long. A very classy turn.