Justin Sandercoe Album Review
Move over Buble, there’s a new heart throb in town. The dulcet tones of Justin Sandercoe are enough to elicit a sneaky sit on the washer/dryer from any rubber glove wielding house wife, and I’m willing to bet that behind his whiter than white celebrity persona there are a few saucy tales to be told.
Small Town Eyes is his first contribution to the world of easy listening, and is comprised of heartfelt woeful tales, finger-picking instrumentals and full on power ballads. It combines touches of Americana with traditional Irish folk music (bizarrely) and camp fire ditties, sounding a little like somebody has thrown a book of love poetry at a busker. His voice often resembles Herman Dune, and is a bit of a warbler without being too weak; he nails that faraway ‘I’m sensitive but I still watch football and do man stuff’ sound perfectly.
In short, Small Town Eyes is sure to be turning up in a fair few mothers’ stockings this Christmas, though if you haven’t popped out a couple of sprogs, and aren’t thrilled by the delights of a tidy house, don’t write him off just yet. Whilst his music won’t evoke a world rocking epiphany, neither will it leave you unimpressed. His lethargic vocals and considered lyrics are well worth a listen.