With a deep and sonorous voice of his own, Adam Masterson sits comfortably alongside his solo contemporaries but there is also something of the real deal about him. Something authentic that makes the processed synthetic chaff of some elements of the singer-songwriter scene look decidedly trite and empty. His Myspace page is still in its formative stages but a listen to the likes of ‘Kiss’, a love song to London, gives you enough of a clue of this guy’s depth and power.
Sounding a lot like a young, pre-delirium tremens Shane McGowan, casting himself as an acoustic punk gutter poet of sorts. Most of his vivid, hook-driven tales of life among the down-and-out take place in “twisted nightmare alleys past rotten rags and half-chewed chicken bones,†to quote a line from one of his songs.
Masterson is a rock band type at heart, but he’s a passionate performer and an uncommonly intelligent songwriter and for that reason very much worth seeing play solo.
Currently Adam divides his time between London and New York.
