If I had to choose one album that reminded me of my twenties more than any other record, I’d go for New Yorker Dar Williams’ ‘The Honesty Room’ released back in 93. It takes me back to little gigs in Telford’s, Chester with a painted lounge backdrop and Williams’ gentle played songs which as an angst-ridden twenty-something after 3 pints I struggled to get through without sobbing uncontrollably. As the song begins: “Are we the fools for being surprised that a silence could end with no sound?” Her lyrics are still exceptional.
Songs for the apocalypse: Dar Williams “When Sal’s Burned Down”
