I really liked his singing. The tale always came through first---before the singer. Still, the style was unique and just abrasive enough to promt my wife, Carol, to say just about every time I put his records on, "Oh, that man always sings so sharp/flat whatever."---But it never hit me that way and I was always glad when she had said it--because I knew she'd not mention it again. It was simply so great to have a version of that particular very fine song to hear and get lost in that any blemish in the vocalizing didn't penetrate my overall joy for having found this closeted esoteric cul de sac of English language musicality. Bert Lloyd's "The Death Of Lord Nelson" will always stand as some sort of balladry high point for me----as will his unique version of "Waltzing Matilda", "The Lime Juice Tub", "Bluey Brink", "The Dark Eyed Sailor" and so many of the big ballads. I have a very hard time with revisionest writers who find ways to pick away at those who were my mentors.

Long live Thomas Wolfe, Ernest Hemingway and A.L. Bert Lloyd.

Art Thieme