Chris Titchner: Already Gone

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[Self-released; Feb. 24]

Though he works full-time as a gigging musician, itโ€™s been more than a decade since Raleighโ€™s Chris Titchner has released an album of his own. That fallow spell ended at The Wake Forest Listening Room on Sunday, when Titchner released Already Gone, which sounds like the work of a greener musicianโ€”in a good way, mostly.

Titchner, a sprightly acoustic guitarist and singer, has a fresh, springy sound, bright and coursing like a brook. He also has a clear, natural voice and a knackโ€”for better and worseโ€”for fitting long, complex, grammatically correct speeches into catchy singalong tunes. Though his folk-pop songs are professionally wrought, his energy is more eager, earnest college student than grizzled songwriter, and the combination is musically winning.

The album opens with โ€œIโ€™ll Come Back Around,โ€ where a fine, flitting melody and Titchnerโ€™s lightly dancing voice buoy up his apologetic second-person lyrics. This mode of address always makes me feel like Iโ€™m uncomfortably eavesdropping, and it pervades the album. On the second song, โ€œHold Up,โ€ the gracious acres of ringing chords, ropy leads, and pop-country-radio-worthy choruses hold more appeal than the interpersonal litigation of the verses. ย 

As a musician and songwriter, Titchner is sound, but his overall vision still needs focusing. Though the acoustic palette holds the album together, he sometimes seems to be checking off boxes to see what will stick. There are blowsy jazz horns on Luddite anthem โ€œKerosene.โ€ โ€œDay Old Ticker Tape Paradeโ€ is like acoustic Death Cab for Cutie. โ€œI Donโ€™t Mindโ€ is basically the albumโ€™s โ€œNightswimming.โ€ย 

Next time, Titchner might do well to go all in on a writerly noir vibe, like The Old Ceremony, or on the unfussy singer-songwriter fare of his own โ€œNo Easy Way Out.โ€ And dial down that pesky pronoun. I donโ€™t know about you, or โ€œyou,โ€ but I donโ€™t like spending too long in someone elseโ€™s argument, which slightly sours an album otherwise notable for its sweet, inviting sound.


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