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WEYES BLOOD, SAM BURTON

Chalk, Brighton, February 14

T’S only mid-February, but a balmy breeze seems to have brought spring early to the south coast – and with it, the soft rock sounds of Laurel Canyon circa 1972. With his sad eyes, tousled hair and high keening voice, Sam Burton could be a young Jackson Browne, while Haylie Hostetter, joining him on harmonies, is his very own Linda Ronstadt. On his second album, due out later this year, his songs have been given the benefit of a big Jonathan Wilson production, a marvel of sumptuous string arrangements and session band

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