Having already released four albums in a relatively short span of time, Lachlan Grant Splendor appears primed to begin the next stage of his musical journey.
Fathers Second Son, the newly released single, is an endearing track, rousing and reflective and containing all the spiritual broodings of his earlier songs but delivered with a more candid style. The exuberance of his previous work is still prevalent but it seems to have coalesced and matured, enabling his lyrical themes, no less earnest and heartfelt, to be communicated with clarity, precision and in a more forthright way. This New Zealander wears his passions on his sleeve and this kind of honesty is not only bold but infectious. One can’t begin to review Lachlan’s new track without referring to his voice firstly. It’s a cross-pollination of Billy Bragg, Ben Harper with the fragility of Neil Young sprinkled throughout. But having said that, the intimate and almost confrontational cadences are his own, and (like Bragg), the raw, uncompromised inflections mirror the inner strength of his convictions. Fathers Second Son contains a lovely narrative-like lyric bolstered by an earthy sonic palette, organic and warm and the perfect framework around which to explore the conceptual elements of the song. The instrumentation and production never impinge or camouflage the essence of work.
An examination of self-discovery is hardly going to be able to cover a lot of ground in a three-minute song but the choice of detail Lachlan utilises presents the themes of self-empowerment, judgment-free authenticity uniquely and coherently. As well as all this, Fathers Second Son sustains a pop sensibility, with the melodic hook in the chorus a highlight and a refreshing development when it appears. And just like the respective oeuvres of those aforementioned music artists reveal, whose material is inherently about storytelling and communicating with as little hubris as possible, such disclosures can be made about Lachlan’s music. It’s no-nonsense art, as contemplative as it is entertaining and no doubt, rewarding.
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