Delicately and with some trepidation, August Knight introduces himself to his audience with his dry, sobersided, acoustic guitar tone and opening chords, like all the greats of the genre; the way Dylan or Kristofferson introduced us to so many fables over the years. It’s the way the great bards of the genre like to operate and Knight knows fully well.
His poetic phrasing and delivery on, I Won’t Be There In The Morning is worn, raspy, gruff even, and oh so worthy of your collection. Knight takes you into the inner most sanctum of this 1st person account and lets you sit in as him for the evening. Vocally, the songwriter portrays an inner struggle he’s having – a moment of being the bearer of bad news. Lyrically, he’s more ambiguous than his counterparts of the genre, never telling us his reasoning, some things are better left unwritten.
Knight inserts himself alongside your Steve Earles, Hayes Carlls and early Springsteen tracks you’ve kept around since you don’t know when. It’s honest and forthright songwriting at its finest. August Knight comes to us with his heart on his sleeve from Toronto and his April, 2019 release is a lesson in singer-songwriter prowess.
Knight is a package deal: writer, performer, delivery agent, it all flows from the same spring and you’re looking for the source – it’s what’s delightful about singer-songwriters. Look for, I Won’t Be There In The Morning by August Knight on For The Love Of Bands, Routes n’ Roots playlist on Spotify on April 1.
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