It’s no secret that Ben Howard is John Martyn’s number one fanboy and this album plays like a 50 minute love song to the late, great man himself.
BH’s debut was the coming of summer through an Instagram filter, the energy that the sun brings and the joy you get when you spend a hot day out with friends drinking cold beers and being gloriously young and tanned. IFWWW is almost its antithesis. It’s a storm rolling in off the sea on a cold, moonlit night, waves crashing against black cliffs and fork lightening splitting the dark sky – but in wide screen with the bass turned right up. I know which turns me on more, how about you?
8/10
Triggertique 