Perry Keyes
Peter Corris’s Glebe PI Cliff Hardy has a modern Australian playlist in his latest adventure, Torn Apart, including the Whitlams, Kasey Chambers and Sydney’s cab-driving troubadour Perry Keyes.
Hardy listens to tunes from Keyes’s second album, The Last Ghost Train Home, which includes the song The Day John Sattler Broke His Jaw, about the revered Souths’ rugby league player and the 1970 grand final that he played with a fractured face. If Hardy doesn’t lose his obvious fine taste, he’ll be in the shops this week picking up the new Perry Keyes offering, Johnny Ray’s Downtown.
It is a stunning record; chock full of compelling, beautiful, sad and joyous songs that places this singer-songwriter at the top of the Australian creative tree. Johnny Ray’s Downtown is an early contender for the best Australian release of the year and will give international competition a shake, too.
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