It may seem flippant to suggest, for some it will be a preposterous notion, but it arguably a truth that only art can save the world, or at least civilisation as far as humanity is concerned, and whilst we are at a precipice of Time, hanging not just by a thread, but by our fingernails on collective sanity and our anger, we have the opportunity to enthuse others to a place where art in all its forms connects in ways that other areas of life are afraid to tap into.
Our house is on fire, our world has been mistreated to the point where several sessions with a therapist wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the multiple traumas it has faced, and yet art, taking a moment to breathe and not be forced to keep digging in the dirt, is more than Hanging On A String, it is the rope on which we can climb to safety to a higher level.
The heavy blues has seen many heroes, but Steve Hill has been one to exemplify the genre’s grassroots and its originality, its piercing outlook, and its anger, the damage to which has often held the music back and yet in the musician’s latest release, Hanging On A String, the sense of passionate fury is overwhelmingly cool.