Every now and then, the algorithms work in your favor, and that was the case with my recent discovery of The Hill Figs. Music is plentiful and funny sometimes. You can hear something that doesn’t quite catch you because of the sound, mood, ambiance, etc., and then later – it couldn’t get any better. This was almost the case with The Hill Figs' debut album, but I didn’t stand a chance. As I was clicking through the interwebs in search of something new, there it was. My hopes were actually for something quite different from the sound of Lost Love and Home – not necessarily the album in particular (I’d never heard it before) but just the overall vibe I was trying to hunt down and run with. Ultimately, I decided to throw on the headphones and play it by ear. I listened to the album in its entirety without a thought of ever changing it. Then, I listened through a second time. Tyler Hood’s songs of hardship and small-town America hit hard and come with 100% authenticity. You can hear the emotions come from deep within – line after line. Great lines, superlative lyrics. Hood originally hails from Indiana but now hangs his hat in Kentucky, very much in line with a couple of other songwriting greats from the state – Sturgill Simpson and Tyler Childers. Behind Hood’s songs and stories is an excellent band that truly does a remarkable job of helping create the scenes you can’t help but imagine.
– Meanwhile
