Album Review: Trading Graves

I am sitting in a bar in rainy Manchester, UK.

Storm Dennis is about to hit. Boris is fucking up the UK and smooching with Trump who is fucking up America.

Meghan and Harry have seen sense and jumped ship and through all the chaos I have waves of melancholy and peace floating through my airpods courtesy of 2 A.M. Orchestra.

For the uninitiated 2 A.M. Orchestra is the creative outlet for David Kelley. As the clock ticks and you settle back and listen you will get sucked into his vortex.

True talent shines and like a moth to a flame I am transported. Lost in a subtle tractor beam that isn’t so much pulling me in as seeping through my senses. 

It’s the voice, the undoubtable passion that is infectious. But what about the music?

Yeah, sure it jingles and jangles in all the right places. It feels familiar and comforting but set against that voice and those lyrics it is the perfect backdrop for reflection, contemplation, observation. Any station that connects you to your soul

This is what music is all about. Getting you from a place you are in to a place you want to be. If it isn’t working you switch it off.

One day you want to be screaming, one day you want to be dreaming. We all Spotify to our mood, stream the mood, switch and chop and change. It is overfuckingwhelming. Like someone once said “ they can’t get no satisfaction”

In a musical world that is saturated we need an umbrella. A place where we can take a step off to re-calibrate. Listening to Trading Graves leaves you feeling like you just had a heart-to-heart with your best mate.

Is this getting across? If not you need to reset the switch. Open your mind and step on. If you want to reset the switch, buy Trading Graves or anything else by 2 AM Orchestra It will cleanse your palate, repair your soul and make you inwardly smile.