Don Walker
He is among the best – the most Australian – of songwriters. And that might be part of the problem on parts. He has the turn of phrase, the so drily laconic voice. The stories, like the drive out of the 'Cross in Young Girls, or the wait as the tide ebbs On The Beach, are heat-hazed atmospheric things, but elsewhere it seems he feels the need to play up that nasal twang to almost parody. Maybe accept the lift but perhaps pretend to doze when some of the yarns seem a bit arch.
