Imelda May | Life. Love. Flesh. Blood
Imelda May isn’t the first. From ‘Blood On The Tracks’ reflecting Bob Dylan’s crumbling marriage to the death of Sting’s parents casting a shadow over ‘The Soul Cages’, real life has a way of working its way into a musician’s work. But never before has it brought about as striking a transformation as on ‘Life. Love. Flesh. Blood’.
Gone is a marriage of 18 years. Gone is that hair. And, most importantly, gone is that big-band-swing rockabilly sound, replaced by something far more intimate, restrained – and powerful.