Paul Curreri

MOJO
Velvet Rut Review

FIVE STARS

Superb fifth album from Virginia’s best kept secret.

Why Paul Curreri is not better known is a mystery, but if it is this fifth album that brings him the attention he deserves, that’s no bad thing; his talent has had time to mellow and ripen, but these songs still sparkle like stars on a cold night. On the one hand, Curreri plays six-stringed blues with a dexterity that puts him in line with John Fahey and Davy Graham. On the other, his rough-brushed voice, like his lyrics, is unaffected and romantic – as well as some great swearing, there is stamping and banging, and a filthy, red-eyed opening track. With his instinctive, sensual gift for melody, Curreri’s songs are saturated in colour and feeling, the sonic equivalent of William Eggleston’s photography. Simple, yes, but you just can’t get enough of it.


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	MOJO Velvet Rut Review FIVE STARS Superb fifth album from Virginia’s best kept secret. Why Paul Curreri is not better known is a mystery, but if it is this fifth album that brings him the attention he deserves, that’s no bad thing; his talent has had time to mellow and ripen, but these songs still sparkle like stars on a cold night. On the one hand, Curreri plays six-stringed blues with a dexterity that puts him in line with John Fahey and Davy Graham. On the other, his rough-brushed voice, like his lyrics, is unaffected and romantic – as well as some great swearing, there is stamping and banging, and a filthy, red-eyed opening track. With his instinctive, sensual gift for melody, Curreri’s songs are saturated in colour and feeling, the sonic equivalent of William Eggleston’s photography. Simple, yes, but you just can’t get enough of it.
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