kete bowers

soured in personalised reflection and haunted by past memories, there’s a poetic bleakness about Kete Bowers’ ‘north side of the river’ that’s painted in northern grit, it’s a place where the spectres of fallen industrial communities and local heroes disturb the waking hours paused in contemplative thought. Each of us are haunted similarly, travelling through life gathering along the way our own personal collection of spectres, yet where many strain and buckle to the drag of despair, Bowers tailors his bruising acoustic craft to serve a bitter sweet countrified spiritual that hangs and echo to the intimate tug of Mr Springsteen’s ‘the ghost of Tom Joad’.

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