James Elkington - Wintres Woma

The Guardian 80

(Paradise of Bachelors)

It’s perverse to release an album in midsummer with a title that means “the sound of winter” in old English, but James Elkington has created a convincing, warmly whirling weather system of his own here. Elkington is an ex-noise/indie-rocker from the M25 commuter belt who has long lived in Chicago; here, he fell in love with Bert Jansch’s intricate fingerpicking figures and mastered them gamely (since then he has worked with Richard Thompson and local heroes Wilco). His guitar is the best thing on this record, sound eddying through the title track like pools of bright water, filling out solid folk-influenced songs such as Any Afternoon. His voice is looser, shrugging, unsteady, not always gelling with his instrument, although its nonchalance gives Grief Is Not Coming a serrated edge; elsewhere, it can sound oddly indifferent. Nevertheless, this is a very promising beginning, boldly shifting the seasons.

Pitchfork 78

On his debut solo album, the guitarist James Elkington—a sideman for Jeff Tweedy and Richard Thompson—reemerges with an elegant and assured collection of acoustic fingerpicking and smart songwriting.