The misdiagnosis could be in trying to find just one pigeonhole for what our man Harry Hookey does. One song's tumble of Dylan-esque wordplay is followed by something more corner-bar folkie, then throws to Weddings Parties sing-along stomp, and occasional country twang. The good trick is it still all fits together as identifiably his. And while glass-raising little anthems like Sometimes swing with a real joy, he maybe reveals a bit more in quieter conversations like Audrey's Song and the just banjo-flecked-enough lament of Let Me Die (In Loving Arms). But whatever way, he does it very well.
