Bill Pritchard

The songs on the album are of the classic Bill Pritchard genre. Sparkling guitars, choruses to sing along to, meltingly beautiful ballads, and personal everyday lyrics about characters, both real and imagined. There is one character whose only female company is a flower. And another who never read and rarely wrote but everything he said became a quote. And finally, the Vampire of New York who married a priest from Birmingham. Bill Pritchard might have been physically routed in one place but his characters play the paradise, and he remembered one who, despite peoples views, became front page news. When I asked Bill about this person, he just said it was about "a friend and great artist who was left- handed". Thanks for clearing that one up, Bill! Sitting on a bench on Cobridge Road Stoke, can you be victorious? You can in Pritchards world. What a strange place to be!