A long-time fixture of Philadelphia’s bare-knuckled indie rock scene, James Hearne recently packed up his West Philly apartment, taking his wife, his bulldog and his guitar and hitting the road out to the Hudson River Valley in New York. Searching for the space to stretch out, Hearne started piecing together a new album that reflected the well-worn path of a true rock journeyman – including endless miles of traveling, loving deeply, fucking up, scraping for dollars and drinking way too many city-wides (not necessarily in that order). He drove deep into the Catskills to find his voice, landing in Catskill, NY, where he collaborated with a handful of like-minded musicians for months on a set of tracks that sound like they come from another time and maybe (just maybe) a slightly better place than the one you’re at right now.
The result is a gorgeous shit-kicker of a new album called “Through Private Wars.” With deeply soulful steel-sliding barn-burners and intimate, brittle ballads, the album announces Hearne as a fully-realized singer-songwriter talent to be reckoned with.
Full-Contact Folk Music. Powerhouse vocals over woodsy guitars, literate songs times wry banter, floor-to-ceiling dynamics plus wall-to-wall heart.