Beside looking like the salutation of a letter, "Dear Star", the first song of this Italian whacky bluesman, who baptized himself Rella The Woodcutter, could arouse the assumption according to which he might be the umpteenth chunderer suffering from the typical self-celebrating behaviour of some singer, due to those torn modulations on the last syllables which can remind some notorious market-appointed rock Olympians such as Archive or even Oasis due to the moody post-rock-like feebleness of the simple sonic weft as well as other literary clues. Even if the suggestion "The Golden Undertow" could be thought as a letter keeps on be fed by the intimate perspectives Rella displays, the musical framework seems to be more pinpointed during the listening: nearly all tracks, based on Rella's meaningful lyrics, which often looks like addressed to some past friend or lover, rest on sober weaving of guitar which sometimes debouches into very good dynamics such as in the sudden sitar and tambo jingles explosion of "Black Universe" or the daydreaming rhymes of "Five", "My Ship" or the moving title track whose atmospheres are close to the ones by Songs Ohia or Transmissionary Six with the exception of "Leave Your Home", which introduces B-side of this album with an hypntotical phrasing by a flute. Its naked terseness without too many gewgaws and even the roughness of homemade recording (I enjoyed that light distorsion added to voice by damaged microphone membrane) impart a touch of authenticity. The scenery of a group of nostalgic hippies evoked by the last track "Drugtime Family" could persuade someone to put left-over daisies (the ones which have not been put inside cannons and barrels yet) inside some wild lion's jaws. Please be careful!