William Steffey’s performance on this CD is very, very good. Considering he is the only performer you hear—vocals, instruments, everything—he is most impressive. The songs are good, although I found a few of them to be encumbered with too much lyric. Still, there is much to be said for this performer as he moves into the groove, which will ultimately become his own personal style. This is an example of an artist’s growing. He is near the “coming of age” stage, on the verge of it, to be more exact, but not quite there yet. He can sing and he seems to have an appreciation for music history, because his songs reveal depth beyond whomever is the current pop fave. I hope to see Mr. Steffey’s next recording soon—and to be able to say he has arrived.

By Del Harvey

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