When I saw Daniel Johnston a few weeks ago I also had the unexpected joy of seeing the ever lovable Matthew Shelton bring his oddly sweet folk songs to a hot, but appreciative, capacity crowd. I should admit before going any further that I have a bit of a biased opinion here, seeing as how Shelton is from my hometown, but he just self-released his debut album Cold Water, Hot Blood this year, and it is always nice to see a hometown boy done good. His music is a kind of meandering folk that takes its time, unfolds and is slowly fleshed out with violins, cellos and flutes. Shelton has a subtle baritone that possesses a strange sense of passion that is more Marvin Gaye than Nick Drake, especially since a lot of his lyrics can get pretty steamy, but in the end Shelton's delivery and sense of maturity balance out the arousal with ackwardness and make it impossible not to fall in love with him and his songs. Like sitting by a lazy river with the one you love.From Cold Water, Hot Blood:
Matthew Shelton-Sick of Your Body
Matthew Shelton-Tatooed Eyelid
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