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By Roman Sokal
December 11, 2001
Although touted as a psychedelic artist, it appears that Toronto-area artist
Brian Gladstone is more of a straightforward country folkster than a
tripster. His stream flowing, 1980s, Roky Erickson-esque string plucking is
a treat, coupled with a 1964-esque vibe transmitting from a Nashville hotel
room. His ability to communicate the wacky and smirking side of living in
his lyrics is quite honest and conscious and supplemented by a youthful Bob
Dylan-esque voice that sounds a little repressed and mushed from living life
as it ought be lived. Charming. |
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