I'm blown away by this. Imagine Ye Olde English Folk music meets John Fahey meets Slint with some darkly surreal and acerbic Half Man Half Biscuit-esque lyrics. (sorry a lot of comparisons there and its more than the sum of all that)
"Outside the chip shop Thaddeus Wagstaff fractures my cheekbone;
3 empty cans of Castlemaine XXXX
Go rolling down my trouser leg
Blood, snot and curry coalesce in the corners of my nails
My friends drifting away from me"
Very late to this, but last week I heard Richard Dawson for the first time and now I’m barely listening to anything else. This, from his most recent album, somehow simultaneously calls to mind Mike Waterson, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and Sleaford Mods.