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“Urban Folk” is the first official album from songwriter Greg Moverley and delivers his own unique brand of clever originals: timeless, folky, acoustic guitar driven gems, melodic and loaded with memorable lines. Greg deftly touches on the woes of record store owners, empty houses & prostitutes; the highs & lows of barstool drunks & scientology converts; the throes of a soldier's wife who doesn't want to be where she is. Character studies like short stories brought to life that will get stuck in your head; the more you listen the more you'll see.
“Mudhollow” is a stripped-down, organic collection of guitar songs recorded in one session. The performance captures Greg at his best; playing from the heart. Intimate, evocative, dreamy, the sounds he brings forth from his trusty guitar are from the muse pure and simple.
“Candy Apples” features some intricately crafted folk songs, performed and recorded by Greg at his sister’s place while dog-sitting.
“Cocooning” is the latest instrumental offering from Greg Moverley; sparse and homemade, folk songs that flow and caress the moment.
“Songs From The Mountain” has some more timeless songs from indie folk master Greg Moverley. Tales of loss and longing, both literate and homespun; nimble picking abounds as Greg settles into his sound.
More diamond-blasted urban folk gems from Greg Moverley, featuring tales of treacherous neighbourhoods, pretty barkeeps and dangerous sunsets. Performed with his usual brand of absurd and mellow, this is one that’s sure to please.
This was inspired by some of my favourite kinds of records; field recordings of folk & blues artists like Reverend Gary Davis, Mance Lipscomb and Mississippi John Hurt. Recordings with portable machines capturing these greats in their own natural environment; living rooms, kitchens, back porches, picking and singing. These are some of my favourite songs and I play them any chance I get. I recorded these sitting at my kitchen table. You might hear my dog walking around on some of them; her nails on the linoleum are my kind of percussion.