Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

To be exposed before your peers, it sounds like the judgement passed on high by the vengeful and the relentless form of authority figures who deem your behaviour as being against a code that they drew up in secret and never let you even glance at the terms and conditions or tick the box which insists, Yes, I’m Human.

To be comfortable in the nude, to understand that being exposed can lead to being empowered is a rite of passage that we should come to expect at some point or other in our lives; and it is that exposure to the light that leads to our insight into making art, cataloguing the critical display, and reviewing the stripped back affair which leads to the full bare faced response, the moment when the art in your mind is released for all to witness and damn the judgement of misguided authority.

Naked & Baked, AKA Adam Morgan, a musician returning to the city and the atmosphere by The Mersey, has come armed with one of the strongest and scintillating albums to have pressed itself against the ears possible, one that arguably that has come out of nowhere but announces itself with the will of a giant and the playfulness of Loki, full of temptation, bathed in the warmth of enjoyment to the point where the bronzed suntan look radiates a healthy outlook.

The album, Nudes, is sculptured, it is engraved and carved as if touched by a relation of Michelangelo has found the secret to immortalising an homage to David in the modern age, and as tracks such as Mayfly, Patron, A Petition, Lord Knows, Daisy, and the exceptional Fever!, Naked And Baked takes the model before him and adds detail, overwhelming and noted descriptions to which only the statuesque can live up to, the only comment needed, loudly and without shame on the listener’s behalf is that Nudes is glorious, Nudes is proud of its content.

Naked & Baked’s Nudes is a surprise, and a welcome one at that, the songs are seismic, they are fulfilling, and in the world of art, they deserve a special showing in a wing open to the public everywhere. Glorious indeed, a monument to the prowess of returning to a place where the water pushes the imagination to its satisfying achievement. 

Ian D. Hall