Frank Turner and the
Sleeping Souls’ performance at Bowery
Ballroom tonight sounded so very American for a British band. The music was
like a gumbo with a pinch of southern country, a garnish of New York Leonard Cohen-esque folk and a super-heavy
broth of Asbury Park. The comparison is inevitable, singer/guitarist Frank Turner could be this generation’s
Bruce Springsteen, right down to the
rolled up sleeves of his button down white shirt. He introduced one song as a
singalong, but they were all catchy, singable songs that were anthems to the
working class person sorting out the meaning of life. Watch this artist become
hugely popular.

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