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

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: “Not everyone can grow up to be an astronaut”. He offers this advice on album opener ‘Eulogy’, 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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