light and compelling (“Bootstraps”). It could be the right form for an album that represents a sort of further rebirth for the North Carolina musician. “Further” because his life was a cyclical flow of redemptions (alcohol, etc.) which, punctually (and fortunately), enveloped the albums that followed one another with a surprising cadence. “Rebirth” because this time Malcolm fought against cancer and only with his guitar could he tell us about his new life, the new stage that his vision has reached (“Fill those shoes”): always with very little candor and just a few asides of cordiality, but with extraordinary melodies which, like the sharp edges of his voice, would satisfy even the most refined. Each song seems like an epiphany: each step of the story seems driven by a different force, which takes shape within perfect harmonizations ("Another sweet deal") - perfectly calibrated to his timbre of voice - and barely mentioned arrangements ("Bring to fly" ).