“HAUNTING AND POIGNANT TRIUMPH FROM AMERICAN SINGER Jeffrey Foucault is an original, beguiling songwriter with a marvelously expressive voice. He brings these talents together, along with fine guitar playing, to create a terrific album… John Updike once wrote of a character who was like an open window through which the rain poured. Foucault’s album captures that poignancy”.

Longtime disciple of the rich and strange

music that sings behind the American veil, Jeffrey Foucault has spent the last decade mining the darker seams of country and blues, producing a string of spare and elemental albums of rare power while garnering accolades across the United States and overseas (check the website, he has an accolade record as long as an orangutan’s arm) for a tersely elegant brand of songwriting set apart by its haunting imagery and weather-beaten cool.

He lives in Western Massachusetts, but he spent his earlier decades honing his life in southeastern Wisconsin.

Hayward Williams, another proud Wisconsonian-

“Given the plethora of American singer-songwriters, to stand out they have to be something special. Wisconsin native Hayward Williams fits the bill to judge by this sparse, concentrated slice of thoughtful, folky Americana. Recorded “on the crest of the coldest winter in recent memory”, the music has a huddled-down, blanketed warmth in which you can almost hear the sparks of the fire as Dan McMahon’s electric guitar picks out notes against an acoustic guitar backdrop in the evocative title track and Mockingbird. There are splashes of violin, viola, mandolin and pedal steel, and hushed, tuneful voices to flesh out Williams’s rich, resigned tone. The eight songs (plus an unnamed extra), with themes of recollection and reflection wrapped in simple, timeless melodies, are most impressive.”  Irish Times