Press — Felix Hatfield

“If you want something refreshingly different from all the carbon copies out there, then this is the right place…Hatfield’s music is a cure for the mundane.”

— Folk Radio UK

“conjured memories of the crazed strongman Zampano & his clown girl assistant from the Fellini film “La Strada.” Maybe Felix has been with them.”

— Americana Highways

“ there is a comforting familiarity about the music, almost like meeting up with an old friend after years apart.”

— Folk and Tumble

“ It’s a night singing in a shack seen both singularly and as part of a longstanding continuing lineage. It’s the product of a life singing, writing and existing as an artist first and last.”

— American Songwriter

“An Imperial Entertainer”

— Michael Hurley

“You never quite know what is coming next.”

— Folk Horror

“Eat your heart out Charlie Chaplin”

— BTR Today

“Hatfield’s voice is like a favourite leather jacket, it’s a little worn with
character and patina, it’s lived a life and wraps comfortably around you.”

— Marc Higgins, Northern Sky Magazine

“The delicate balance here is of comedy and tragedy, and it’s a tough balance to strike. But with his laconic, dry vocal delivery, and his air of unhurried wistfulness, he gives the impression that he can take the most painful situations and, with time, transmute them into art that comes with a handshake and a wry smile. It’s like he’s saying, “Yeah, it hurt like hell, but I’m not here to make you suffer. Let me tell you what I learned.”

— Will Stenberg, MaketheVoidFlinch

“Unadorned love songs delivered with the roots showing”

— Paul Kerr, Maverick Magazine

“The artist’s irreverent, absurdist compositions and rough-edged vocals sometimes recall Kinky Friedman, but Hatfield’s style is too distinctive for comparisons to other performers to be of much value.”

— Americana Highways

“Hatfield sings in about people just hanging on. An old hobo resigned to being unloved voices “Nobody For Me”. He offers, “If you let me tag along, I’ll let you hear my bad-breath song.” A man struggling to keep it together tells of “my reflection looks like a monster” and “I see the ghost of Leonard Cohen” on “Seeing Things,” To the “Troubled Person,” Hatfield offers help, ” “but I need your help to pull you through.” When I hear “False God,” it makes me think of any number of charlatans, from the street corner to the White House, Hatfield calls out the emperor’s nakedness, pointing out, “You look a little worn False God.”
Felix gives the assorted outcasts and losers in his songs some dignity and respect. The closing track sums up his feelings about these people. Hatfield shows gratitude for the privilege of being on this journey on “Lucky to Be a Sad Man”. “My friends are laughing at me. I hear them saying ‘what a fool.’ But they don’t understand how fortunate I am to be a sad man. I’ve been where they’ve never been. “”

— Bob Pomeroy, Ink 19