Saw Michael Hurly in the wilds of North Yorkshire on Sunday night. Needless to say he made it a good deal wilder as he took us out into the uncharted wilderness of true genius in two hours of transcendent perfection which nailed a notion of The Tradition in terms of idiomatic idiosyncrasy wherein genius dwells entirely innocent of the hype. Utterly amazing, mesmeric, exemplary & everything (and more) I have ever wished for in music. Not so much a gig as a seance-cum-holy communion with the consummate essence of American Popular Song. Weird? Not a bit of it!