The term "singer-songwriter" conjures up a few images in my head (mostly negative), but none of them correspond to Edwin R Stevens. Saturday's performance at Paradise Garden, mostly of material from his new album A Plague Of Gimps, underlined that the North Walian inhabits a weird, grimy world all of his own - albeit one in which there is always laughter in the dark.
Buzz review here.
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