"The words still pour out with punkish urgency."
Even when Frank Turner is being tender, offering words of — albeit remembered — love, like in Mittens, the words still pour out with punkish urgency.
He's the passionate busker: making you feel, wanting you to think. Leaving his native London to record this in Nashville in just over a week, Turner's sixth album is typically unrelenting in its energy. Mixing politics and humanity in the early Billy Bragg model of amphetamine folk, it slows only for the final reflection of Song For Josh. But there remains no doubting the sincerity of the delivery.