Adrian Nation - Anarchy and Love

​When I was considerably younger I thought a life reviewing records was a noble ambition. I imagined that record companies would fall over themselves to send me slabs of vinyl on a daily basis and my job would be to spend a couple of hours a day tapping away at my typewriter, bashing out pithy bon mots before retiring to bed with a bottle of bourbon for company. I’d earn enough to buy my mother a bungalow, my father a road map that was published sometime in the 20th century and still have change to buy a hot hatchback. Life took a very different path and music became a pastime, an escape from the daily grind. Fashions in music have come and gone, my own tastes and preferences broadened and never once have I regretted not pursuing that fantasy. To the casual reader it appears simple but how do you really do justice to an artist’s work, the album they’ve sold possessions to get recorded, honed in innumerable soulless pubs in return for a warm beer and stale sandwich, written on breaks at work and completed at night after long shifts? If you don’t like what they’ve produced that’s your problem, until you put pen to paper when it becomes theirs; their hopes, dreams and integrity written off because it doesn’t meet the expectations you place upon them. Then again if you love it how do you convince people to buy it, to invest in them, to contribute a fraction of its worth in order to appreciate their time and passion, the arguments, pain and risk that has gone into it? How do you persuade a world used to music manufactured to sell advertising on TV that the real talent on a Saturday night is playing in a draughty hall down the road not on the screen in front of them?
 
The answer is of course being that I haven’t tried. Daunted by the task and too self-conscious to risk crossing the line between enthusiast and fanatic I have steered the safe path and just applauded from the sidelines.  But occasionally you meet people on the way who are just too talented to be overlooked and have too much integrity to sell out and fit into the mainstream.  I’ve written about some of them occasionally, Songdog and The Domestics made it into a recent blog entry.  Phil Burdett, Ags Connolly and The Anatomy of Frank are worthy of a mention in dispatches too – why not enjoy a crafty Google when you're alone and check them out. But right now my attention is focused upon Adrian Nation, who has just released his fourth album Anarchy and Love and it has captivated us. If you are not familiar with him Adrian is a singer songwriter of extraordinary talent with a flair for virtuoso guitar playing and insightful, heartfelt lyrics.
 
The last time I saw him play live was on the Hebridean island of Mull. It was an appropriate setting for him, a rugged and sparse land, rich in history and legend. A few months later I was listening to Anarchy and Love while driving through Mull in the autumn and there couldn’t have been a more suitable soundtrack to accompany hills covered in rich sepia tones and bathed in pale sunlight.  It’s fitting that Anarchy and Love was released in the autumn, a time of deep colours and rich textures, of contemplation and reflection. Adrian has captured the essence of the season with thoughtful lyrics wrapped around luxuriant melodies. He’s no slouch on the guitar and the impressive musicians he’s brought on-board quietly and confidently add depth to the music.
 
Adrian chooses to open Anarchy and Love with Runrig’s Rocket to the Moon. His version cuts to the essence of the song by scaling down the stadium anthem pomp of the original, giving the words room to breathe. Of his own songs some, like Benderloch Stone and Dying of Democracy, have been in his live repertoire for a while, gradually evolving from raw acoustic tunes to the full band versions on the album without losing the intimacy of those solo performances.  The title track has become one of my favourites, a passionate meditation on, as the title suggests, anarchy and love, born from his experiences during tense times in Athens, Greece, as was Dying of Democracy.  Both songs convey a sense of anger and confusion at the tensions on the street with the internal turmoil of witnessing violence in response to injustice.  
 
Elsewhere we get three classic solo guitar tracks, more than mere interludes, each one a bridge between the tracks either side of it. On Carpe Meridianus (look it up, I had to) he especially shines; a gently building instrumental piece that demonstrates his dexterity and restraint on the 12 string guitar. Talent isn’t always what you put in, often it’s what you leave out; the courage and self-assurance to leave spaces, to play with joy and not to show off. It’s a treat to listen to something as complete as Anarchy and Love. Though in an age of streaming and downloads, it’s an album than spans both worlds, classic album and 12 individual tunes. Of the 12 tracks on the album there isn’t a single filler, each works on its own and as a piece of the album as a whole. The most intimate of Adrian’s feelings are channelled into these songs, no more so than on Last Goodbye, about the death of his father. If that sounds like a recipe for melancholy, then it isn’t. In Adrian’s own words ‘…until that moment I had no idea that death could be beautiful, but it was’. 
 
As autumn herald’s the waning of the year and colours fade in the chilly air we can choose to look ahead, prepare for the spring and create a new season from the ashes of the old. Anarchy and Love is the perfect soundtrack to accompany the season.  Can I convince you to buy it though, to pay less than you would for a takeaway meal so that you can own something that will endure long after the take-away cartons have been discarded? I hope so; real music takes time and patience, hard work, false starts, hopes dashed and money spent with no certainty of return. Do yourself a favour and head over to his website now; you can even listen to some tracks for free.