BMG – 2001 – 50 minutes
I first encountered David Mead at the 2000 London Fleadh, having stumbled out of the sun into an airy Marquee to happen upon his set. Playing an acoustic guitar and accompanied by a lone bass player he maneuvered through the musical menagerie that was 1999's 'The Luxury of Time'. He initially impressed, and his streamlined live performance was far superior to the slightly over-produced echoes on the album.
This year he's back with 'Mine and Yours', and once again I wonder why more people on this side of the globe don't know who he is. His overall sound draws together melodic guitars, heart-rending vocals and fine lyrics that can't help but capture attention. 'Flamin' Angel' is a butterfly net of quiet emotion, dawn-dazed and pensive. 'Comfort' is another understated musical pearl, and while 'Standing Here In Front of Me' has a slightly predictable commerciality, it's an open book of heartbreak. The final song, 'Only In The Movies' is all late-night pianos tinged with wistful regret. The ambiguously titled 'Elodie' is a light, airy lullaby of guitars and quiet vocals.
While the album lacks a standout gem like 'Landlocked' from his debut, it contains captivating songs that compound Mead's talent. He can transform aching edginess to melancholic contemplation with a chord change or a harmony. It's fairly apparent that quiet reflection is what this man does best but unoriginal 'rock' guitar moments intrude occasionally, detracting from 'Mine and Yours'. David Mead deserves to be more famous than he is, but only if he steers clear of Jeff Lynne guitar rock.
Tracklisting: Flamin' Angel – Mine And Yours – Comfort – Echoes Of The Heart – Standing Here In Front Of Me – No One Left To Blame – Girl On The Roof – Elodie – What's On Your Mind – What I Want To Do – Venus Again – Figure Of Eight – Only In The Movies