Review by Bokonon
How hip is Hudson?
Hip enough that last Wednesday evening, Club Helsinki, in August 2013, felt more like the Stiff Records office in London in the summer of 1977.
Nick Lowe was performing, sure. But Graham Parker, Wreckless Eric Goulden and half the Rumour were in the crowd. There was no onstage action, just Lowe solo, but a photo floating around Facebook offers proof of a dressing room summit as evidence.
Perhaps Lowe didn’t invite his old mates onstage for the simple reason that he doesn’t need any help. At 64, Lowe is supremely comfortable with his geezerhood and, remarkably, writing the best songs of his career. It’s hard to call 1998’s Dig My Mood a comeback, because Lowe never went away. But that record did mark a turn in tone that continues to this day — hushed, Eurocentric roots tunes that merge Eddy Arnold with Jacques Brel. The stuff is like candy.