ONE of the most direct and brutally honest albums of the year, Lilly Hiatt writes from experience and the heart.
Unashamed about a past life of addictions, she confidently tells how she keeps on the road of sobriety from booze, substances and from bad good-for-nothing men.
The daughter of singer-songwriter John Hiatt, she reflects on now being the age of the mother she lost as a baby. A psychology graduate from the University of Denver, the farm-raised country artist has spent her adult life travelling the US performing confessional songs and meeting the wrong men.
Lyrically coming from a dark source, Trinity Lane, named after Hiatt’s home in Dickson Pike, unashamedly summons struggles and ghosts. Whenever she thinks about drink, she picks up her guitar; when she thinks of men, again, she picks up her guitar.
The album boasts some wonderful stories, Rotterdam, Different I Guess and the glorious The Night David Bowie Died, and despite the darkness, this is an upbeat bar-room set, albeit for a sober audience. Hear why at Leeds Seven Arts tonight (April 20) and Sheffield Greystones on April 24.
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