Unlucky for Some
From the rugged moors of North England comes a fresh and truly original singer-songwriter. This is a quirky, sensitive, witty, quintessentially British sound that grows on one with each listen. And lurking behind the eccentric trappings are some highly infectious grooves, amber guitar tones, and wickedly clever arrangements that George Martin would be proud of. But then what would you expect from an artist that cites British Army bands, Black Sabbath, and Charlie Brown as influences? Jim's music is like a rich, peaty, single-malt Scotch. No it isn't for everyone--it takes quite a bit of living before you learn to savour that slow, burning taste. That voice...so world-weary, ancient, sincere, playful, ironic, cheerful, wistful, innocent, and hopeful within just a few bars. Reviewers have compared it to Bowie, Richard Butler (Psychedelic Furs), Johnny Cash, Morissey, and Ray Davies. But it's both older and younger than any of these--like some grey-haired British uncle that dons a military jacket and begins to sing old songs from the war then capers and leaps higher than the young ones can. Jim's songs range from the whimsical to some of the most bitter and somber themes, yet always with a paradoxical childlike spirit that meets them head-on--wide-eyed and full of hopeful energy. With unabashed sincerity--and an almost perceptible smirk--Jim Pearson celebrates the fullness and complexity of the human experience.