Chances are you either have or you haven’t already heard of Peter Bruntnell. The Devon/London-based (delete as preferred) singer, songwriter, musician, producer, plastic bag specialist, has been around for a while now, releasing albums since 1995. On 11th June 2021 Peter will release his 12th album, Journey To The Sun, through Domestico Records.
This would not be a Peter Bruntnell press release without a second paragraph containing a reminder that Rolling Stone once declared Pete to be, “one of England's best kept musical secrets”. England has successfully managed to keep Peter Bruntnell a secret for all this time, even from itself. “Maybe this will be the album to finally give him the worldwide superstar recognition he deserves!”, enthused every other Peter Bruntnell album review from the last 20+ years, with an admirably unwavering optimism. “If we lived in a just world, Peter Bruntnell would by now be in the middle of his third or fourth global arena tour, his biggest worry working out how to courier his latest armful of Grammy awards back to the UK so his butler could have them installed in the west wing of mansion by the time he got home,” said a feature in The Guardian in 2016, intent on letting the cat out of the bag, but failing miserably.
Pete’s new album, Journey To The Sun, will do little to dispel this fantasy of world domination, but it remains unlikely to become in any way a reality. He will remain the secret singer-songwriter, lauded by the likes of Kathleen Edwards, The Delines, Rumer, various members of R.E.M., Son Volt and whatever the collective noun is for several large real ale festivals full of mainly manly middle-aged music geeks. But don’t let that put you off. Chances are you’re either going to listen to the record or you’re not. But Peter’s getting on a bit now. Better stowaway on this covert bandwagon before it’s too late.