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The arrival of Lost Songs 95-98 isn't so much a history lesson as it is a valuable glimpse at this engaging artist's remarkable raw talent. Gray wrote the disc's 11 songs between the sessions for his third album, Sell, Sell, Sell, and his triumphant breakthrough, White Ladder, but didn't record them until the fall of 1999. The arrangements are simpler than those on the superbly concocted White Ladder -- which relied on keyboards and judicious drum programming to flesh out Gray's impassioned songs -- so the spotlight is on his haunting, rough-hewn delivery and unflashy acoustic playing. The results can be hypnotic. On the spare ode "Tidal Wave," Gray literally unleashes the flood of emotions generated by his thoughts of a lover -- that his only accompaniment is a very basic guitar line only makes the tune more dramatic. "Flame Turns Blue" is a bit more ornate, floating atop a cozy bed of piano and electric keys, but even so, Gray's confession of the growing distance in a relationship steal center stage. White Ladder's updated take on folk connected Gray to the genre's past without making him sound like an artefact. But Lost Songs proves Gray's emotionally wrought songs can swell and soar even when the soundscape is considerably more barren. As we've learned from his workingman's drive and artistic ambition thus far, it's not studio flash that carries David Gray; it's the essence of his gifts -- the unabashed wit and fury of a poet behind a battered acoustic guitar. Lydia Vanderloo, Barnes & Noble