An elegant debut from an artist with a matured sense of the song, this is a beautiful folk-inflected album from New York singer/songwriter Patrick Gubler. As a member of the Tower Recordings,
P.G. Six has been on the fringes of the lo-fi and experimental movement since the mid-'90s. His group were possibly the first of a wave of British folk revivalists, and the work of
John Renbourn,
Bert Jansch, and
Pentangle can be heard bubbling through the surface of this beautifully recorded album. From home recording atmospheres chime the sounds of an upright piano, acoustic guitar, and singing, while the studio brings other instruments such as a combination of exotic and conventional drums from
Silver Jews/
Jim O'Rourke drummer Tim Barnes (who is also credited with production duties). While maintaining the Anglo folk feel throughout, this album goes off into some improvisational tangents that in part recall the space blues of
Loren MazzaCane Conners. The highlight is "The Shepard," which has a distinct similarity to
Robert Wyatt's rendition of
Elvis Costello's Falklands War ballad "Shipbuilding." That indefinable charm of candid home recording mixed with American songwriting sensibilities suggest similarities to
(Smog),
Cat Power, and
Will Oldham, only the production is fearless of studio trickery, and this makes for a richly textured listen. With respectful nods to his forbearers --
Bert Jansch,
Townes Van Zandt, and
Anne Briggs (he covers her beautiful "Go Your Way My Love") --
P.G. Six opens a window into an intimate and subdued world of six-string storytelling. On "The Call," his exquisite voice is double-tracked,
John Lennon style, amid a fingerpicking workout on acoustic with a lead guitar fuzz straight out of the
George Harrison riff book. A consummate musician, he plays all instruments except drums, which Barnes provides with a syncopated backdrop to the tightly arranged songs. Elsewhere, harp is played with the virtuosity of a baroque/early music performer, a technical stretch that few other post-lo-fi autodidacts have achieved, and many would not have the audacity to include such an instrument. It is highly effective here, and his songwriting skills transpose perfectly well onto that instrument on the closing ballad, "Letter to Lilly St Cyr." There's no better way to end an album, and you can almost hear the strings echo through the upstate hills. ~ Sylvie Harrison