A compact disc arrives in the post. Nothing unusual in that. Said compact disc has no press release or covering note. Said compact disc has a nice pastoral scene on its front cover and little more than the name Bud Boyd and a track listing on the back cover.
Suspecting a trap designed to ensnare feckless reviewers like myself, the time was taken to investigate the website for Bud and that turned out to be the same as for the nemesis of anyone with taste in music - Charles ‘Chick’ Boyd. So, is Bud Boyd a younger relation of Charles Boyd or perhaps just a younger Charles Boyd?
I’ve no real idea as to who he actually is but these four songs, all delivered in a kind of lo-fi enhanced laconic manner, do actually pass muster as songs and, being devoid of the puerile humour and fondness for profanity that Charles Boyd is renowned for, they are actually perfectly listenable. In fact, if you’ve ever wondered what Lou Reed would sound like after an unsatisfactory yogurt enema, then Bud Boyd might just be the answer to that question.
And to be absolutely clear, I would have loved to exterminate these four songs but they truly aren’t at all bad. Just don't go to his website. The link is there for completeness only.