Fionn Regan: 100 Acres of Sycamore – review
4 out of 5
By Maddy Costa
The Guardian, Thursday 11 August 2011
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Just 18 months after The Shadow of an Empire, his rollicking adventure in electric folk-pop, Irish singer-songwriter Fionn Regan has shifted shape again. To some extent, 100 Acres of Sycamore takes him back to the acoustic territory of his 2006 debut, The End of History, but the landscape here is much richer, Regan’s guitar a moonlit stream weaving through a forest of glimmering piano and velvety strings. It’s not just the music that reflects the natural world: Regan plucks elegant lyrical metaphors from it, marvelling in Bedroom of Stars at how “your head fell on my shoulder like a willow”, assuring his beloved that “you are the Lake District”, visualising equine dreams in The Horses Are Asleep as a prelude to celebrating the free-spirit joys of alfresco sex. You can still glimpse the influence of Dylan and Drake, but the crashing waves of Vodka Sorrow and gossamer sighs of Golden Light find Regan in an experimental world of his own.