Ghost Repeater - Reception

Reception

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Minor 7th (not rated)
No Depression (no rating)

Ghost Repeater received high praise from critics, with The Chicago Sun-Times hailing it as "One of the best albums of the year." Writing for Minor 7th, music critic David Kleiner wrote of the album "Ghosts haunt the landscape of Jeffrey Foucault’s latest release. He’ll wrap his lusciously deep voice around every achingly beautiful melody ("One Part Love," for one), play good six string, and even write songs that ought to be hits on country radio ("Mesa, Arizona"). And he’ll make the best damn album I’ve heard this year, "Ghost Repeater." Writing for No Depression, music critic Eric R. Danton wrote of the album "... his spare, rootsy tunes are deceptively complex. He’s a skilled observer, shifting easily between general observations about life and startling first-person details, relating both in a tousled voice that resonates with a certain lived-in wisdom... The title track is the real stunner here, though... the homage ties together the threads of blues, folk and country that run through the album."

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