Despite a career mostly spent in Sydney’s once-smoky inner-west bars, Hayes’ voice remains plaintive, his heart open and his sense of an intimate pop song impeccable.
Albums are sporadic — this only his fourth in 15-odd years — but most every song is of sometimes frayed romantic and/or domestic situations you’ll know. There’s always “that girl who looked like you” of I Wanted To Cry, told them Don’t Fall, but still answered the 3am Call afterwards. Pull up a stool, have a Resch’s or glass of that pretty ordinary house red and just enjoy the conversations.
