I was surprised, and slightly apprehensive, after ordering this album, given that the reviews in Mojo and Uncut were unanimously superlative, that no-one else (yet) has reviewed it here. The monthlies talked of a neglected, modern masterpiece, and they weren't wrong. What's more, it comes sumptuously packaged - replete with photos, lyrics, liner-notes detailing Sullivan's mercurial history. I won't summarise his mysterious story here but anyone who read the aforementioned reviews might be, as I was, uneasy by the lack of customer feedback here (I bought it without recourse to any sound samples). Well, I'm no writer, and so can't offer anything in the vein of the professional hacks, but will, like them, wholeheartedly, recommend this record. No hype this one. It's the voice that gets you first: shades of Fred Neil, yes, but also, to my ear, David Ackles, Glen Campbell, Waylon Jennings, Jerry Jeff Walker, even Tim Hardin (oh and Phil Ochs - just listen to how he sings "Roll Back The Time"). If any of these guys are your cup of tea, get this one down you fast. Stand-outs so far are "Rosey" and "Johnny" - but the whole record just has that worn-in, organic feel, as if an old friend you haven't seen for a long time has turned up out of the blue and his appearance seems like the most natural thing in the world (or discovering a beloved pair of jeans you have neglected for a long time and then tried them on - this won't apply to me as I have put on a load of weight recently - but there's no fat on this baby: it's a short record, a shade over 28 minutes, but don't let that put you off - every second is worth its weight in gold.) Man, as I'm listening to the record, another name pops up: Eric Andersen. Coffee-house-country-folk-southern-soul-singer-songwriter bliss. Enough for you? Great arrangements and backing (lovely strings, never overwhelming, never schmaltzy and some fantastic drumming) and a sublime suite of songs. It starts with an orchestral swell, reminiscent of Scott Walker, and the first words out of his mouth are: "I've found a magic man." What a conjurer. You, too, will find a magic man if you let this magic man into your life. This guy was a gifted mother and he looks a bit like Lester Bangs with his moustache on! What's not to like? But the voice, oh man that voice, like whisky neat that tastes so sweet. It's still niggling me - who else his voice has echoes of. Doug Sahm? Joe South? Tony Joe White? Ah, hell, he's not an amalgam, he's an original. And the album's a beauty. And a keeper. And I'm off to buy a vinyl copy.