Lee Harvey Osmond, the guise of Canadian singer-songwriter Tom Wilson, inhabits the night’s darker corners.
Lee Harvey Osmond, the guise of Canadian singer-songwriter Tom Wilson, inhabits the night’s darker corners. Singing from the depths of interminable sorrow with a cavernous, gravelly baritone capable of overwhelmingly subtle emotion, Wilson crafts a sense of neo-Waitsian noir with his third release, Beautiful Scars. Brushed snares, organ stabs, tremolo-heavy guitars, jazz-tinged horns, and a sense of permanent midnight dominate these ten songs of love and loss.
By employing a range of styles steeped in calculated cool, Wilson’s approach to heartache is one wrapped in an ever-present mist that clings tightly to the base of flickering streetlights. To listen to Beautiful Scars is to get lost in black and white, shadows chasing the night as it wrestles with the light. Cigarette smoke lingers beside abandoned whiskey glasses illuminated by failing neon, the moon a cloud-enveloped sliver clinging to the night sky.
Source: LeE HARVeY OsMOND