Singer-songwriter Bart Moore from Michigan was once a veteran of the San Francisco alt rock scene.
These days he sounds more like an ageing folk troubadour.
His list of influences include Bob Dylan, Robyn Hitchcock, Tom Waits, Warren Zevon, The Pogues and The Beatles.
Among his non-musical pastimes are baseball, dreaming, star gazing, and enjoying Ireland in the spring.
Moore comments that no one, other than him, is writing songs about flying dinosaurs, loose women on the Dublin streets or girls dancing on clocks.
One might tactfully explain that there’s a good reason why these topics are eschewed by other singer but I think his point is that eccentricity is his chief calling card.
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“The owls have gone, the coyotes are not as they seem” he sings in October, a line that might have been snatched from Twin Peaks.
There’s a feeling that he’s singing for himself without being too overly concerned about who his target audience might be.
With just nine songs and a playing time of under 27 minutes, his third album doesn’t outstay its welcome but doesn’t make much of a lasting impression either.
File under ‘Quirky’.
Bart Moores’ website
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