You may be one of the few cognoscenti who have heard of Reuben Bullock, in which case pat yourself on the back for being ahead of the curve. If you’re like the rest of us, consider yourself in for a treat: the few bloggers and writers who’ve discovered him are predicting huge things for this young Calgarian. His two albums were recorded in conjunction with some of Calgary’s finest (producers Lorrie Matheson and Jay Crocker, bassist Scott Munro, drummer Chris Dadge, keyboardist Steve Fletcher) and have evoked comparisons to great American songwriters like Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young and Bright Eyes himself, Connor Oberst.
He writes sing-along anthems that ebb and flow like the ocean, highway dreams that feel like a big rig in the prairie night. His soaring harmonies have a joyous, almost worshipful feel to them. Hearing Reuben Bullock’s expansive vision of the human heart, you can almost feel the slow-motion wind in your hair, the honest sun on your skin.