A singer/songwriter whose haunting, wizened voice and worldly compositions belie his tender age, Jordan Hull was born in 1989 and has studied folk and rock music luminaries practically ever since. Today, the boy who was caught transfixed by Elvis on the TV has become a student of music inspired more by the folk tradition. In fact, a listen to his debut album finds him seemingly picking up the torch from artists many, many years his senior.
That esteemed group would have to include the legend Jordan’s most readily compared to, a singer-songwriter who released his self-titled debut some four decades earlier: Bob Dylan. The analogy is apt—philosophizing troubadours with finger-picked guitar passages and strong harmonica skills are scarce these days. When the notes first hit your ears, the initial impression is often something like, “Where the heck did this guy come from?” As the verses build, though, surprise turns to familiarity, as old songs can seem new again, and vice versa.
Judging from the insightful lyrics and intuitive melodies on his freshman outing, Jordan’s sophomore release should prove just as effective in reconciling the many persistent, peculiar dualities of this young performer’s music—the strange with the familiar, the disciplined with the effortless, the old with the new.