Mike Donovan Wot on LP
2013 Solo Debut Album from Sic Alps Frontman
Here is a mysterious man, cheerful and dark. You don't want to get in too deep but it's too late. It is Mike Donovan's way this time around, and he's flying the flag himself. Wot's the name of this bolt from weed-ridden left field, the most hands-down, top-up debut album rolling 'round in 2013 rife with riffing tunes. Of course, Donovan's debut comes following a distinguished run of tunesmithing for noise-popster poster boys Sic Alps.
Lyrically, Mike's sharpened the lead for a less random line drawn in the sand – but he's still alit on allusive trips, lost in crystal canyons, turning a phrase with an acid flick of the wrist-watch. In this life, there is a brooding pregnance as he intones over some front-porch 21st-century j'accuse-tic blues with a blur of bygone, half-plugged, elegiac slo-mo rock 'n' roll rubbed in for good measure.
Guitars intersecting in the manner of the old loom the Stones once used, weaving in blue. Where rubric becomes fabric becomes freecidelic. Confronting the empty in acrostic (inner) space, Wot is Plastic Ono dyspeptic arrhythmia, with Mike's soul shoutouts at the five-and-dime buried in the symmetry. The dream is over, so he's starting a new dream.