Album Review: A Hairdressers Called Sids by Jerry Williams
Jerry Williams’ 2014 album A Hairdressers Called Sids is one of those records that sneaks up on you. It’s not loud or flashy, but it sticks to your soul like gum under a chair—annoyingly endearing, if that makes sense. Released via Groovefinder Records (UK), this indie pop gem blends folk, world, country, and singer-songwriter vibes into something warm and familiar yet refreshingly unique.
Let me start with “Lavender Fields.” Man, this track hits different. The melody feels like walking barefoot through an overgrown garden at sunset—soft, earthy, and kinda messy in the best way possible. There’s just something about how Jerry layers her voice here; it’s tender but has this quiet strength, as though she’s whispering secrets only you’re meant to hear. I remember humming it for days after my first listen, unable to shake off its dreamy charm. It’s simple, yes, but sometimes simplicity punches harder than all the bells and whistles combined.
Then there’s “Stalker,” which honestly caught me off guard. Like…what? At first glance, the title sounds creepy AF, right? But give it a chance—it’s more playful than sinister. This song reminds me of those moments when you catch yourself staring too long at someone across the room, heart racing, wondering if they’ll notice or think you’re weird. The lyrics are clever without trying too hard, and the rhythm bounces along like a nervous heartbeat. You can’t help but laugh a little because, well, we’ve all been there.
The rest of the album flows nicely—tracks like “Sunglasses” and the titular “A Hairdressers Called Sids” keep things interesting without overstaying their welcome. Each tune carries its own personality, tied together by Jerry’s knack for storytelling and her ability to make even mundane moments feel cinematic.
What stays with me most about this record isn’t any grand statement or flashy production—it’s the intimacy. Listening to it feels like flipping through an old photo album where every snapshot tells a tiny story. And honestly? That’s rare these days.
Oh, and here’s the kicker—I swear this album smells like lavender fields now. No joke. Every time I hear it, I get hit with this phantom scent, like my brain decided to pair sound with smell. Weird, huh? Maybe that’s what great music does—it gets inside you so deep you start imagining scents from songs. Or maybe I’m just losing it. Either way, A Hairdressers Called Sids deserves a spot in your playlist. Trust me, it won’t disappoint.
