There is something resolutely old-fashioned about Dubliner Dylan Tighe’s new album.
For starters, the album’s 13 songs are presented as one seamless track, thereby generating an immersiveness that is all but missing from contemporary listening habits.
Another reason to describe it as a throwback is that the music thrums with a level of creative execution that went out with the 1970s.
At times, it’s like Steely Dan jamming with Pink Floyd; at others, it’s like Curtis Mayfield skinning up with Gregory Isaacs.
The album’s taut concept of life’s fundamental questions of death, love and rebirth can be drawn upon or discarded, depending on requirements; that’s fine, because whatever way you chop it, Tighe has done us all a service by framing reflective music with remarkable eloquence.
