Where did this guy come from? I’m sure there’s a story, or nine – nine songs of melody, everyday desperation and occasional arrivals of harmony. A Winnipegger, but home on the roam, the worn-in Barber will appeal to fans of Jim Cuddy or Justin Rutledge (though he’s less earnest than the latter and dustier than the former). He writes about Monday-morning mirrors, streetlights that serve for stars, and often about fire: “Choking on the smoke, trying to get warm.” There’s thought to the arrangements; this stuff isn’t rough cut. Barber’s put in the miles. We get his trip. B.W.
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