Eight years after calling time on the ever-underrated Gene, Rossiter returns to music with a solo debut of quite astonishing beauty.
Seldom involving anything other than one man and his piano, The Defenestration … is unashamedly romantic, and unafraid to pack an emotional punch – uncomfortably so at times (it begins with an angry, but measured, j’accuse to his own father). An album which should win prizes (but won’t), and hearts (and will).
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