REVIEWS:

"First out of the stone-flagged Green Room, was Lost Soul, hailing from Red Rose country, the social composition of which he had plenty to remark upon. Mostly identifying as Wayne, the singer from Kings of the Delmar, Lost Soul turbocharged the evening’s helter-skelter into the folk-punk fairground with the appropriately titled ‘Somewhere else in the world’ a bitter sweet take on UK tourism and its less than savoury aspects. That one person’s release is another person’s pain, also typified ‘Hatred Pill’, a searing lament to losing a friend to homophobic fascists and the agony of perhaps having made the wrong decision not to catch ‘that train’ too. The neck hairs were still standing in acknowledgement of the sentiment into my favourite number, ‘The Road’, a deceptively charming sing a long song about life’s lessons and ones sometimes tortured relationship with ones parents. I would be hard pushed to find two lines of poetry that better express the joys and agonies of the transformations from childhood into knowing teenager than “skimming stones across the river/leaving broken hearts in our wake”. Sublime!

This left me thinking: what songs does one write at forty if you are a punk? As the generation of 1977 reaches middle age, there are inevitable backward glances to take stock of how it has all panned out, nicely epitomised here in ‘Ugly on the inside’, with uncomfortable truths hung out with the washing: maybe we are not as nice (or honest) as we think we are. But punk is an attitude not a fashion, and unfortunately many of the injustices of decades past are sadly still present. Polite society once railed against safety pins and piercing, now religious evangelists accost you in motorway service stations objecting to tattoos: “god didn’t give you your body to draw upon” we were told, in the introduction to the storming new number ‘Lost Soul’. Theological escapism may provide respite for some, but in many places in the world, joining the army is what many do to find employment and excitement. Dead end town or not, for so many the badge of respectability gained by a uniform is short lived, as teenagers head off to ‘teach the natives how to worship freedom’, only to realise too late that what they are fighting for is not what they thought. Lost Soul closed the set with two songs the sentiments of which could grace any age ‘Not in my name’, and possibly the finest song of the entire evening ‘The Ballad of Billy Ray McKenzie’." (YORKSHIRE GIG GUIDE 2010)

REVIEW OF THE NEW ALBUM...

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REVIEW OF MELLO MELLO GIG IN LIVERPOOL WITH TV SMITH & THE CROWS

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LETTER FROM A FAN (Best Review Ever) :

"I listened to your Lost Soul tracks on line; I don't know what do say... I felt overwhelmed and really good all of a sudden, as if I was literally propelled in another world, thanks a mil for the nice musical trip you sent me to. Very American is really moving, I like the depth of the lyrics and the melody is in the same vein. Your voice is amazingly good; I would not have said by looking at you (joking), you sound a bit like Joe Strummer sometimes. You are seriously talented. Did you really write these songs/music on your own? I like this ... erm how to put that in words, this "contained" anger and this way you have to bare your soul. It's simple, efficient, and authentic. Nice way to carry your message over, you sound bitter but you don't surrender. The ballad of Billy Ray McKenzie ... is just heart-breaking, specially the last line. What's the story behind all those songs? I mean how did you come up with them? Injustices, loneliness, hatred, despair but hope as well somehow, war, pain, emotional blackout, army/ young soldiers, the stupidity of the human beings seem to be your favourite subjects. It's just nice to sit back, relax and listened to your sung stories. I like the dark side of your lyrics and the black timbre of your voice. Well done. Really really well done.
 
TRACK BY TRACK REVIEW OF " THE COMPANY OF STRANGERS"

Lost Soul ‘Company Of Strangers’
CD (Delmar Sounds)
Available 1st February 2012

Lost Soul – where to start when you are in the presence of a prolific and talented song writer of this calibre? Hopeless dreamer, naïve fool or fucking genius. You are free to make your own mind up.

I suppose that writing about Lost Soul is like trying to find the truth in the bottom of a bottle of vodka. It’s challenging, mysterious and sometimes it hurts – in the sense it can be hopeless to try to fully understand his universe, unless one is willing to sell their soul to his devilishly endearing alter ego. No matter the size.

Wayne Lost Soul – also known as the front man for hard hitting punk band Kings Of The Delmar – has previously released three warmly welcomed pieces over the last 15 months (‘The Road’, ‘Not In My Name’, and ‘One Of Our Super Heroes Is Missing’).

The adventure began in 2009 when first class globe-trotter Wayne and his second self Lost Soul started to perform in European clubs, sharing their girlfriend folk guitar, self-belief and their passion for words, clearly and shamelessly displaying their double life and their dissociate identity disorder. Now one of them is striking again and even harder as he’s about to throw at us another one of his gems just like you would throw a fat bone to a starving (wrath wrath) dog.

Twelve sinews of war are articulated around the spinal 4th album entitled ‘Company Of Strangers’ – made of energetic blues, country, and folk-rock melodies. Given the quality of the sound arrangements, combined to squarely built up songs, and carefully thought lines, I would say this is, without a shadow of a doubt the most achieved and accomplished form of his art so far. For everything there is a time…

With his realistic drumbeat-lyrics, gifted Lost Soul and his work are to me like an extension of the anarchist school of thoughts and if you knock on his door late at night, a proud Proudhon with a copy of “The Principle Of Art” tucked in his leather jacket might open the door and invite you in to gather around a glass of moonshine; as with Lost Soul it’s all about sharing.

Apolitical and atheist Lost Soul is known for his strong engagement – the right for everyone to be different and to be free, whatever it takes – and the way he stands up for the values and concepts he believes in – fight, peace and pride. He still puts faith in human nature despite his strong disliking of our dysfunctional system as a whole, hence a beautiful, straight to the point album that sounds like the last outlet. This is serious poetry we’re talking about here. Let me take you on a colourful and introspective journey…

All the vilest by-products that our dear declining society vomits are dissected with a sharp pen knowing with accuracy who’s wrong and what’s right. Demons wrapped up in a warm coat of poetry are still demons whether they are called war, injustice, debasement, fear, hatred, betrayal, death, racism, homophobia… and you can meet up with them throughout “Company Of Strangers” (and also Lost Soul’s previous releases).

The punchy ‘DEAD AND GONE’ opens things up, pointing with conviction an accusing finger at a resigning government while tempted to surrender (I sometimes wonder if I should just give in / our stupid leaders they lead us into war / I’ve had enough). This notion of constant dilemma and indecision recurs throughout Lost Soul’s art, and can be found in many songs of his. However, not everything is dark in his world: even when disheartened, hope and a survival instinct are always present – like in ‘THE PARADE’, a song that denounces the violence and brutality of the forces of law and order turning against the crowd while we are encouraged to stay strong and to keep fighting for freedom (they brought their batons down / don’t let them tell you that your freedom ain’t worth fighting for / come and join the parade / come and make a difference to your world).
‘REVOLUTION SONGS’ gives us a fair glimpse of what’s in Lost Soul’s mind: a protestor who never gives up on faith (they’re all the same the liars, cheats and thieves, the slate it cannot be cleaned / So here I sit just playing my guitar / singing songs trying to change the world/ I’m singing revolution songs down in the barrios) and a thinker who’s not afraid to kick your arse as long as he gets a reaction (how can you say that my beliefs are better left unspoken / I disagree just let it out / it stops your heart from ever getting broken)… the world is not getting better so Revolution Song is a kinda getaway and we have here two chin up songs urging us to raise our fist to…

Opinionated Lost Soul is an idealist, a convinced believer and a deeply angry poet with an attitude who paints with no indulgence the portrait of our mad era illuminating all the wrongs it involves: human misery most of the time but also love, sympathy and friendship like in ‘LET’S TURN THE RADIO ON’, an attempt to find again in an old friend, unhappily enrolled and whose “eyes are dead”, the joyful feelings of the carefree lifestyle that the two young men had back in their lighter days (let’s turn the radio on /these songs they never sounded so good / they make me think of when we were young and life was always so much easier /… cause life doesn’t get easier). ‘WHITE IRISH’ is a sympathetic, bitter sweet ballad to assess the precarious situation of those who didn’t make their American dream come true. Unfortunately this can be extended to most of the immigrants of many countries (cause their dreams always seem to come true / but what you don’t see is a whole other world / where everyday is a fight to survive / in the land of opportunity they’re sleep out in the streets/ … and salute the great flag with a smile on your face / hallelujah boys for the red the white and the blue…).
All along, death is like an obvious shadow sticking to the background picture, and as sad as it can be it’s not necessary a negative subject or an end in itself: ‘MYSTERY RIVER’ may be nothing more than what is suggested, just a terrible story but some might read more into it and make a parallel with the writer’s unstable past. You decide. ‘SPEAK FOR THE DEAD’ is quite an introspective song (inspired by a TV ad) in which feelings of powerless compassion are expressed with a great sensitivity and almost in a vain way (I speak for the dead / I hear their words tonight /… I’ll hunt them down / I’ll have these hateful fools / And I’ll collect on the price that you must pay / … They’re screaming out “what about you? And what about me?”). Surely you couldn’t be that concerned and affected if your heart was not true to this world.

When you are a loaded gun there’s no beating about the bush, there’s no denial or way out and if reassurance needs be, I recommend you take a close listening to the title-track ‘COMPANY OF STRANGERS’ as it speaks for itself and is probably a good summary of what Lost Soul is all about. He gets his point right across and spits out a raw truth. (Don’t really care if no one ever likes me / I don’t need my friends to tell me that I’m wrong / It’s my life I live it how I want to /I’m only happy when I sing these songs). I warned you.

There’s no room for stoicism and indifference in Lost Soul’s world, especially when it comes to the fantasy of unconditional love and sentimental reflection (often mixed with the concept of death). Lost Soul finally gives in and unveils his vulnerable self and it’s a skinned alive lover that bares his soul (which I suspect is not that lost after all) in the heart breaking ‘LOVE SONG FOR THE ANARCHIST’ (I just know that I love you / I wanna hold you in my arms for a lifetime/ I’ll be there to make your sunrise/ I’ll make you happy when the rain comes pouring down / cause your smile it could melt the coldest heart). It says it all.
If it’s not enough to quench the thirst of every secret romantic inside us then the moving SIRENS SONG’ might do the job. Tamed, tortured and on edge Lost soul cries out for love with accents of desperation, even if he has to surrender (would you tell me that you love me then slowly walk away? / is it over oh sweet siren? / tell me is this how hearts break? / if you took me to the hangman / put that rope around my dreams). It may be hard to find the answers to those questions; but questioning is a start. Suffering makes you feel alive even if love is the most lethal of all the poisons.

I like the pleasantly surprising contrast and how those love songs outbalance the cynical and cold part of the character. Deluded Lost Soul has a true heart but will he kill his relentless inner conflicts? All the frustrations are dragged out into the light in exalted ‘WHEN IT’S OVER … IT’S OVER’ – one of my favourites – (nothing lasts forever / I’ve heard it all before all these lies you’ve been given / love aint made forever / I know he’s been cruel but no one ever dies from broken heart…/ and I don’t really care if you never meet another cause I loved you from the start but you treat me like a brother). The beautifully constructed and furious ‘LAST TRAIN won’t disappoint and it’s another great adrenaline rush for me (I’m never going to forget all the tears I’ve cried / and as I leave this Delmar town, the lies you told won’t bring me down again!!).

At the end of the listening it left me thinking that principles and values are all in order: Lost Soul believes in his own concepts and theories and passionately refuses to compromise. Like it or leave it.

He constantly oversteps the mark, using well planned provocation as a play-ground, not that he wishes that much to be in your face like an annoying little itch: there’s nothing wrong in trying to engage people in getting a reaction. ‘Company of strangers’ is a devastated country trying to rise from its ashes again, and each song is a piece of fertile land planted with the growing seeds of faith and hope.

When I’m travelling across them they lead me back to my past and there I wander bathed in turns with feelings of joy or torment. Surely I won’t be the only one to do this no return trip. Enjoy a fantastic voyage in the company of strangers… And for those who might think that being proud means being arrogant and that being confident means being conceited, well don’t jump too easy to conclusions, think twice and make the effort. Get yourself a break and a nice cuppa and let yourself go…