This is like we’ve been tuned into Field Medic’s own private webcam, in his bedroom, for a gig which is for us and us only.
We get, as the album unfolds and progresses, a little more light shade on why he is the way he is and what is informing (or mis-informing) his current mindset.
Performing, emoting and the business of having to sell t-shirts to pay the rent are all on ample display.
Thoughts and disappointments are enriched with nimble playing and beautifully spare arrangements. It brings to mind Jeff Buckley. Only this album is not as self-indulgent or overrated as ‘Grace’.
You get a fine sense both of where Field Medic has come from and where he is going to. And, for a few nice breathers, you get to sit and sup coffee with him where he is, right here and right now.