‘A clever songwriter, social satirist and bittersweet romantic somewhere between Jake Thackray and Jacques Brel.’                   John Walsh, Independent

‘I thought the songs and the performance were droll, cunning, well-arranged, and thoroughly delightful.’                                      John Lahr, chief drama critic of the New Yorker

‘Had the room in stitches…The secret love child of Richard Digance and Victoria Wood, Blacker seems happiest when puncturing pomposity and self-delusion.’               Dylan Hearn, Suffolk Scribblings.

‘A great night. Our audience loved your songs.’ Simon and  Val Haines, Hadleigh Folk and Acoustic Club

‘Hilariously entertaining.’ Mary Dickinson, Everyman Folk Club



‘A relaxed, amusing hour, and a tribute to the silences, solitudes and self-preoccupations of rural life… Blacker’s songs confirm him as a man for tricksy rhymes and a pleasingly mournful middle-aged scepticism (think Jacques Brel meets Tom Lehrer).’              Libby Purves, The Times

 ‘An accomplished Fringe debut…illuminating and enjoyable. There’s a pleasing bite behind the melodies… Blacker, with guitar on his knee, is a natural raconteur.’             Alice Jones, Independent

 ‘Honest, dry and charmingly musical… Succeeds in evocatively crafting a whole village.’               Three Weeks