Only in the fullness of time can you really appreciate what at first â€˜crossingâ€™ may have seemed â€˜same old, same old againâ€™. But Somewhere Down The Lineâ€™ is a â€˜growerâ€™ and is the debut album from born and bred brummy, Chris Tye. It takes a fair few plays to sink in and then this gentle storytelling scenario becomes quite tasteful and enjoyable.
This Birmingham Boy found a beaten-up old guitar under his parents bed and decided to document, through song, his journey and appreciation of those small intricacies of moment that make up â€˜lifeâ€™. Take a seat and look out of the window when the weather is sunny and fine or windy and raining, put on â€˜Somewhere Down The Line,â€™ and reflect. The music is not for being played when you want to psyche yourself up for a party or to give you gusto for a hectic day ahead, instead it is for reflection and contemplation, perhaps even if youâ€™re feeling a little sorry for yourself. It will make you feel better, with undertones of the greatness of Paul Simon, a flicker of David Gray and a tad of the moroseness of Rufus Wainwright.
â€˜Making Bombsâ€™ is especially short and sweet with a breeze of an outside world passing by as the line goes, "making bombs on a balcony, with a cigarette in hand, I got your attention, it defies convention, this love you mention now." In total there are eight tracks all of which have an accomplished quality enveloping them. The album cover is quite natty too, sending lines of communication through design of transatlantic post, telegram and telephone.
Tye has diversity, playing acoustic and alternatively with his full band. He has placed with such talent as Stephen Fretwell, Johnathan Rice and Jim Noir and such is this propellation that the young master of his own fate is already working on his follow up album and toils for this alongside Guy Massey. Well worth a listen or perhaps two.
"when the weather is sunny and fine or windy and raining, put on ‘Somewhere Down The Line,’ and reflect..."