Hozier

It’s not often that you stumble across a songwriter whose lyrics both sound and read like poetry.  When those lyrics are set to music that balances burning indignation with lilting tenderness, and delivered in a voice imbued with the spiritual passion and yearning of gospel and the blues, you figure you've chanced upon something special.  And so it is with 23-year-old Andrew Hozier-Byrne, an Irish singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist from County Wicklow who goes by the name of Hozier.

Raised in a musical family, and briefly student of music at Trinity College Dublin, Hozier’s childhood and adolescent listening was dominated, he says, “by Chicago blues, Texan Chess Records, Motown, and then I discovered jazz, but more importantly, Delta blues - that extraordinarily haunting sound.  Skip James, Blind Willie Johnson, people like that.  Later, it was Pink Floyd, Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, plus Tom Waits was a huge, huge influence.  I was always drawn to singers with something haunting about their voices.  The same goes for writers such as James Joyce and Oscar Wilde.  You can't define waht it is, but it buries itself deep in your soul."

Not surprisingly, lyrics matter hugely to Hozier. “For me, they are one of, if not the most, important, factors in a song. That’s where the story is, and writer or should be. I can be bit critical when I listen to other people’s songs – I will either be sold on something or it’ll dead to me, depending on the lyrics. They are still the thing I feel most self-conscious about; you know, , ‘Am I saying something worthwhile here?’”

Hozier’s way with words is a blessing for us as much his susceptibility to romance, and romantic dreaming, sounds like a curse for him. The vividness of his imagery speaks a soul in thrall to, and beset by, intense and sometimes ungovernable emotions. Well, Amen to that, if it produces music as visceral as the material he writes.

On his introductory Take Me To Church EP, the fire-and and-brimstone title track –  with an incendiary video to accompany it, directed by Brendan Canty and interlacing a storyline in which a homophobic lynch mob hunts down two gay men with footage of demonstrators in Russia protesting about president Putin’s recent anti -gay legislation  – made a point that is not only worthwhile but, for Hozier, crucial. “The song was born of this idea that a child, when it is born, is born into sin. So, before you are a woman, or gay man, just as a person, you are being undermined by the Catholic church as somebody who is sinful, as somebody who should be ashamed of yourself, and be begging for forgiveness. I wanted to use sex as a celebration of life; there are few things as human as the act of making love."

"Take Me to Church," is a song about sexuality, freedom and humanity, whose lyrics capture the beguiling mix of conviction and mischief that so characterizes his approach to songwriting.  Elsewhere on the EP, he looked back on his first, crushing love affair, detailing it both as nostalgic chronicler and as if he was still in the relationship.

"Love, and the loss of it, is something I'm still trying to get my head around - what it does to your identity, and what it means when it's over.  It begs the question, 'Who are you?', when it's done.  Are you the person you felt you were at the time, or the person you felt you were before that time? But at least I’m in the position where I can clear something off myself when that happens. Plus, when you write a song, it’s a hell of a lot easier to write the next one, because you can’t move on from something until you’ve dumped it onto somebody else, if that makes sense. The path is suddenly clearer.”

On the pastoral, finger-picked “Like Real People Do,” as he sings: “Why were you digging? What did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?”, we remember the potential for torment in speculating about a lover’s past. “Cherry Wine,” recorded on the roof of an abandoned hotel near Hozier’s home as the sun was rising, is similarly conflicted. “Calls of ‘Guilty’ thrown at me, all while she stains the sheets of some other” is a line shot through with anguish, and yet, musically, the song is as delicate and lulling as a warm summer breeze.

On “From Eden,” the title track from Hozier’s recently released second EP, he sings, “I’ll slither here from Eden just to sit outside your door”, later picturing the object of his love with “a rope in hand, for your other man to hang from a tree.” Again, there is the sense of someone unable to decide, knowing the dangers, but drawn helplessly towards the rocks. Again, too, the music begs to differ; there is no torment here, as distant gospel voices join staccato jazz guitar, sonorous piano and rumbling bass in a spirit of celebration that speaks to one strand in the lyrics, but completely ignores the other. The effect of this duality is exhilarating.

Recording for both EPs began in what Hozier calls “the grey, pretty boring attic” at the top of the house where he lives, before overdubs and mixing in Dublin, the producer Rob Kirwan (U2, Depeche Mode, Glasvegas, Ray Lamontagne) at the controls. Sessions are currently underway for Hozier’s debut album. He is writing away, he says, sat in the attic mining his emotions, wrestling his demons, playing with fire, struggling with the contradictions of life. It seems a terribly cruel thing to say, but for our great benefit, if not for his, long may those fires rage.