Few people outside of the UK will have heard of King Creosote, but that's not your fault.
Hailing from the Scottish fishing village of Anstruther in Fife, Kenny Anderson set up the Fence Collective, whose alumni include James Yorkston, KT Tunstall and the Pictish Trail. His brother, known as Lone Pigeon, was a founder member of the Beta Band. The Fence Collective remains a tightknit group of musicians who record together and release their music through Fence Records (have a look online). It's very much a cottage industry, but their albums are beloved of the British music press and they have a fiercely loyal following.
Kenny Anderson has released around 40 albums under the monicker King Creosote, and this album is designed to be a career retrospective/introduction for the American market. If you're curious, trust me. Dive in.
KC has a wonderful, keening, soulful voice quite unlike any you've heard before. It's rare to hear someone sing with so little self consciousness. No mumblecore here, no affectation, he throws his head back and sings from the heart. His music could probably be tidily filed under 'New Folk' but there's much more to it than that term implies. He's a masterful lyricist and his idiosyncratic songs are delivered in a disarming Scottish brogue that brings them vividly to life.
If you're looking for camparisons, I'd probably say Mark Mulcahy, Alasdair Roberts, Badly Drawn Boy, Jeff Buckley and Bon Iver, but he really is his own animal.
These are very well chosen songs, offering a good impression of his wide range. "The Racket They Made", written by his labelmate HMS Ginafore, will have you in tears. "Twin Tub" will knock you out with its wordplay. "Bootprints" is a swirling pop tune that sounds like it was recorded by the Muppet Orchestra.
I'm envious of anyone who's hearing King Creosote for the first time, I really am.