The trouble with being a young bloke playing old blokes’ music, I suppose, is that you’ve nothing to grow into. Except, perhaps, a disability-based nickname – ‘Blind Dog Hopkins’, say, or ‘Tremblin’ Joe Sclerosis’. And so Willy ‘Um, Slightly Dated Dress Sense’ Mason, a 22-year-old New Yorker who sings like a 97-year-old Alabaman returns with Tennessee whiskey in his throat and radio-friendly country folk in his soul. Richard Curtis-movie lovely, but where’s the Klaxons remix?
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