David Nance - Just A Little Bit Of Staunch Honey

Album - new. Release date: 13/11/20. Blue Metallic vinyl

Nebraska songwriter David Nance returns to Trouble In Mind with his fifth (proper) studio album Staunch Honey, his follow-up to his acclaimed 2018 album Peaced and Slightly Pulverized. Returning to the home-recorded magic of his early albums, Staunch Honey was recorded entirely to tape by Nance himself at his Omaha home with the occasional assistance from his longtime live bandmates Jim Schroeder and Kevin Donohue.

Staunch Honey is the culmination of two years of hard work - Nance worked and reworked the album three times over, recording and rerecording songs until they sounded just so - a stunning batch of sonic manna that hums with feeling and mood; expertly crafted, but sounding simultaneously off-the-cuff. Nance dials back the squalling feedback and raging guitars found on Peaced... into something a bit mellower, like the soundtrack to a late-night drive or late night hangs. Rusted and dusted with mid-fi, stoney brilliance. The Merchandise kicks off the album, loping into earshot with an off-kilter countrified gait, not unlike a front porch jam session. This vibe permeates the album, other tunes like Save Me Some Tears, Gentle Traitor and When The Covers Come Off burn with casual intensity, while rockers like My Love, The Dark and I and Sell It All Night sizzle with a six-string fury. Black Mustang - the penultimate number - is a real standout, with a subtle banjo plucking in the background and a palpable yearning and melancholy. Nance's true gift as a songwriter lies in his ability to craft poetry and personas that feel "lived-in". There's a world-weariness to his lyrical and musical approach, but rooted in joy, love and above all; passion. Many of the tunes on Staunch Honey feel like classics, but that's because in Nance's hands - they are. Not content to let the album go by without the rumble of guitar,If The Truth Ever Shows Up closes out the album. It's an instrumental jam with Nance wrangling and riffing on a gut-punching guitar solo for 6-plus minutes that feels very much like the end credits to a long-lost midnight movie.