Although this album may not have the same high level consistency as 'Forbidden songs', there are enough truly classic pieces to justify 5 stars. This man has a gorgeously rich, deep register, uses beautifully memorable melodies, and intelligent, sensitive, and sometimes opaque lyrics. His songs are often about the deeply-felt, but often hidden aspects of our lives, the 'imprisonment' of employment, the bitterness of love gone stale, death, the sharp pain of love,our 'legacy'.
'Call mother a lonely field' mines the ambiguous nature of Leven's vision well, but its lyrics also rip at the heart: "I took her picture from the wall/I poured her scent away", while in'The Garden' the wind brings a scent of jasmine to the narrator, which it offers in exchange for the odour of his roses. Ashamed, the narrator admits that all his roses are dead, so the wind sweeps up the withered petals and dead leaves, leaving him weeping as he wonders what he has done with the garden which was in his care.
If this all sounds a bit too gloomy, turn to the wonderful hammers of 'Farm Boy' where he sings of the contrast between hard graft and "the trash they call fame" (with train whistle chorus!), or 'Snow in Central park' with its insistent, driving refrain, and a vision of Robert Burns statue which sits "so deep in thought/I felt the deep snow of Scotland/In his heart". Well worth it for these gems alone!