Bonnie Prince Billy; the man, the moustache, the legend. He of prolific output under numerious guises each a little more hirsute than the next. And the only man I ever saw look good in a denim dungaree with nothing underneath.
In the interests of piquing your curiosity should murder ballads and mountain music generally not be your scene then let me take you on a journey.
See, Will Oldham paints pictures with humid fervour, he’ll sing to you of love and passion and brotherhood. Dammit he’s a minstrel. Only nowadays minstrels have a bad press (Errol Flynn’s Robin Hood pretty much knocked the final nail into their coffin).
If you let him, Bonnie Prince Billy will tell you a story, he’ll wail it and moan and then slip his tongue in your ear when you think he’s about to tell you a secret. He knows every worst thing about you, and whats more he’ll put it in a pretty song and give it to your lover.
Those kind folks at daytrotter lassoed the Prince the other week and have posted for your edu-tainment four songs recorded while he was held captive at futureappletree studios. Benefit from their research by downloading The Sun Highlights The Lack In Each and New Partner.