This would not be a Peter Bruntnell press release without a second paragraph containing a reminder that Rolling Stone once declared Pete to be, “one of England's best kept musical secrets”. England has successfully managed to keep Peter Bruntnell a secret for all this time, even from itself. “Maybe this will be the album to finally give him the worldwide superstar recognition he deserves!”, enthused every other Peter Bruntnell album review from the last 20+ years, with an admirably unwavering optimism. “If we lived in a just world, Peter Bruntnell would by now be in the middle of his third or fourth global arena tour, his biggest worry working out how to courier his latest armful of Grammy awards back to the UK so his butler could have them installed in the west wing of mansion by the time he got home,” said a feature in The Guardian in 2016, intent on letting the cat out of the bag, but failing miserably. Needless to say, we don’t live in a just world and Peter Bruntnell is still having to get by without a butler. Although perhaps the curriculum is to blame for this failure to ignite mass awareness, with not one teacher in the past two decades known to have heeded the call from NME to teach Peter’s songs in schools.

Peter’s new album, Journey To The Sun, will do little to dispel this fantasy of world domination, but it remains unlikely to become in any way a reality. He will remain the secret singer-songwriter, lauded by the likes of Kathleen Edwards, The Delines, Rumer, various members of R.E.M., Son Volt and whatever the collective noun is for several large real ale festivals full of mainly manly middle-aged music geeks.

But don’t let that put you off.

Journey To The Sun has more than a whiff of death, longing, leaving & regret - all the cheer you’d expect from a record written and recorded amidst lockdown - with the lack of live shows taking its toll on Pete, it brought about the purchase of a new synthesiser, subsequently followed by a bouzouki. This has resulted in an album with more synth than your average Americana fan would knowingly expose themselves to. And what the fuck is a bouzouki? Signs suggest that Pete may well need to gain new fans in order to replace those who fail to stay afloat in this sea of synths. Eno influences are evident but, but alas, Throbbing Gristle it is not. It is still unmistakably Pete. Just with more synthesiser.

Half of the lyrics to the new songs are credited as having been co-written between Pete and his mysterious - possibly imaginary - long time collaborator, Bill Ritchie. The album was recorded and self-produced at Pete’s home in Devon. “Self-produced” and “recorded at home” being the ultimate buzz words in this quest for a hit record. It features Pete playing the majority of the instruments, aided only by mastering engineer Peter Linnane adding various vintage keyboards along with Iain Sloan, who was invited to add pedal steel to Dharma Liar.

Chances are you’re either going to listen to the record or you’re not. But Peter’s getting on a bit now. Better stowaway on this covert bandwagon before it’s too late.

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