Good news: Will Foulke just dropped Charleston Blues. But let’s be clear—this isn’t some over-produced loop fest. Nope. This record breathes real instruments: guitars that sigh, piano that shimmers, a voice that warms like sunlight.
So, is it pure blues? Not exactly. It’s brighter, blending folk, soul, and that bittersweet nostalgia you can’t quite shake. Think late-summer memories turning themselves into songs.
And why does it work so well? Because Foulke doesn’t fake it. Every note feels lived-in, every chorus lands like a conversation you forgot you needed.
Is it for blues purists? Yes. For the curious? Definitely. For anyone who just wants to drift and sway? Even more so.
Bottom line: Charleston Blues is a radiant pause button on life, an open invitation to turn it up loud and let a grin sneak across your face. Press play: