SMALL-TOWN BLUES
You can hear a pin drop. 4,000 miles from his native Kentucky, Ian Noe’s intimate acoustic performance under red neon and fairy lights holds the audience spellbound – until, that is, the closing bars of each song are met with unusually raucous applause at London music venue The Slaughtered Lamb.
The 29-year-old singer-songwriter isn’t one to waste words. But what he does say during the gaps between his songs reveals a sense of humour as dry as the Dust Bowl sonics of the Dave Cobb-produced debut album he released earlier this year. Over the course of 37 minutes, sees Noe populate a small-town landscape with an ill-starred cast of characters vivid enough for the listener to reach through the speakers and touch. If there’s been a
