Love. It can be a tricky thing. Certainly it appears for Sarah Gillespie. “Your love was like digesting dynamite,” she snarls upon new album Glory Days. “It’s hard loving a man who thinks monogamy is a type of wood,” she crows elsewhere. From this latest release, it certainly appears this Anglo-American singer songwriter has been rather unfortunate in finding a man. Across her previous two albums, Sarah Gillespie has built a reputation as a songstress with an incredible way with words. Glory Days only enhances this standing. Lyrical gems that ridicule the modern age and fire stinging blows against former lovers are plentiful throughout. They are also delivered with Gillespie’s unique style, a sassy fusion of folk, blues, and most predominately jazz. Throughout ‘Glory Days’, Gillespie reaffirms her song writing ability across various styles and genres. Opener ‘Postcards To Outer Space’ demonstrates her excellent craftsmanship of building beautiful changing melodies against the stark background of a single yet intricate acoustic guitar. Meanwhile, ‘St James Infirmary’ shows she’s just as comfortable playing blues with a full backing band. The highlight though is when she returns to jazz. ‘Babies And All That Shit’ is a hilarious assault on another former lover with brash brass lines and a brilliant hook. While her love life may have seen better times, in terms of song writing these are definitely glory days for Sarah Gillespie.