“Stark, confessional material, metrical and rhyming leaps in the dark, and the chutzpa with which they’re delivered are worthy of Jonathan Richman. Who rhymes ‘b’ gosh with ‘Hieronymous Bosch’, and isn’t ‘You saw frites on the menu / and you pronounced it frights’ a line that’s long been waiting articulation? Yet for all the wordplay and skewed world view, honesty and emotion dominate~ ”
“Felix Hatfield’s songs are full of real everyday life detail alongside almost philosophical insights. “Lemon Rinds” matches recollection and observation, ‘human beings my god what a mess’. Hatfield’s vocal shot through with country weariness and his intimate musical arrangements fit the sound and front porch troubador feel perfectly. Raw as late Townes Van Zandt, characterful as a folk blues Tom Waits and honest as solo Syd Barrett there is a power in Felix Hatfield’s fragility.”
“Hatfield is probably best described as an “outlier” these days. He paints and makes films alongside his music, music which might be considered as “primitive” given its home made patina and the somewhat ramshackle approach to melody and rhythm. He’s akin to the likes of Michael Hurley, another songwriter who also paints and who finds inspiration in the old time music of America. In addition, Hurley and Hatfield can conjure magic in the most humdrum of affairs, witness Hatfield’s song T-Shirton this album. It’s almost a dirge, the instruments wheezing and puffing as Hatfield drily relates the fallout from a broken relationship, “I’ve been there, I’ve done that, I’ve got the T-Shirt” he sings.
He opens the album with the croaky homespun wisdom of Somethin That I Know, a song which goes around in circles, alluding perhaps to gossip. Whatever it is that he or they know and don’t know is never explained. Lemon Rinds is more straightforward, albeit in a strange and quizzical way, as Hatfield, an outsider from the start (I left the theatre during E.T., I couldn’t handle the corn scene), offers advice to those who find the world not easy to take, adopting the late Oregon blues player Eagle Park Slim’s motto, There Ain’t No Time For Hate” and ending with “I think we can agree that life is pink and purple with strife.” This sense of optimism is then replaced by the desolate Weepin Willow, an intimate wail of a song.
Hatfield, amidst his primitivism, has always been acute when writing about relationships and this is brought to the fore on the halting, and quite lovely, lost love song, You Said You Loved Me. Sounding like Jim Reeves coming across the ether via a Ouija board this is miserabilism at its best. Bound To Lose (Sleep) finds Hatfield in thrall to a partner with whom he made love to after tripping out on Hieronymus Bosch books, the pair of them revelling in their garden of delights. A rudimentary and scratchy guitar rings throughout a portrait of a formidable companion on Joan, a woman who “doesn’t give a fuck” while the closing, title song, comes across as possibly autobiographical as Hatfield describes his safe space as “a workshop…the house…a graveyard of visions where heartbreaks reminisce.”
Despite the off kilter approach here, Hatfield’s songs are immersive and quite moving, akin to the likes of Will Oldham, Vic Chesnutt and the aforementioned Hurley. Do yourself a favour and have a listen.”
“If you want something refreshingly different from all the carbon copies out there, then this is the right place…Hatfield’s music is a cure for the mundane.”
“conjured memories of the crazed strongman Zampano & his clown girl assistant from the Fellini film “La Strada.” Maybe Felix has been with them.”
“ there is a comforting familiarity about the music, almost like meeting up with an old friend after years apart.”
“ It’s a night singing in a shack seen both singularly and as part of a longstanding continuing lineage. It’s the product of a life singing, writing and existing as an artist first and last.”
“An Imperial Entertainer”
“You never quite know what is coming next.”
“Eat your heart out Charlie Chaplin”
“Hatfield’s voice is like a favourite leather jacket, it’s a little worn with
character and patina, it’s lived a life and wraps comfortably around you.”
“The delicate balance here is of comedy and tragedy, and it’s a tough balance to strike. But with his laconic, dry vocal delivery, and his air of unhurried wistfulness, he gives the impression that he can take the most painful situations and, with time, transmute them into art that comes with a handshake and a wry smile. It’s like he’s saying, “Yeah, it hurt like hell, but I’m not here to make you suffer. Let me tell you what I learned.”
“Unadorned love songs delivered with the roots showing”
“The artist’s irreverent, absurdist compositions and rough-edged vocals sometimes recall Kinky Friedman, but Hatfield’s style is too distinctive for comparisons to other performers to be of much value.”
“Hatfield sings in about people just hanging on. An old hobo resigned to being unloved voices “Nobody For Me”. He offers, “If you let me tag along, I’ll let you hear my bad-breath song.” A man struggling to keep it together tells of “my reflection looks like a monster” and “I see the ghost of Leonard Cohen” on “Seeing Things,” To the “Troubled Person,” Hatfield offers help, ” “but I need your help to pull you through.” When I hear “False God,” it makes me think of any number of charlatans, from the street corner to the White House, Hatfield calls out the emperor’s nakedness, pointing out, “You look a little worn False God.”
Felix gives the assorted outcasts and losers in his songs some dignity and respect. The closing track sums up his feelings about these people. Hatfield shows gratitude for the privilege of being on this journey on “Lucky to Be a Sad Man”. “My friends are laughing at me. I hear them saying ‘what a fool.’ But they don’t understand how fortunate I am to be a sad man. I’ve been where they’ve never been. “”
“it is impossible to pin him down to any one genre”
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