Archer, according to Archer, is an old-time sing song man. Others note that he?s an ?outsider?. He lives out there for sure, somewhere, no fixed address, anywheres or nowhere. Archer is hard to pin down.

Born in North Carolina, just short an hour from the Appalachian mountains, he?s found a roaming home in Australia. He busks, works on farms, labours, and at present he hails from deep in the Victorian countryside. He plucks guitar, writes and plays country bush blues, and every new song from Archer sounds 100 years old.

Archer?s music is stripped back and simple, sparse. There is no adornment, so all you get is the song and his big, booming voice. His influences skip back generations to the traditional country singers. Tex Morton, Smilin? Billy Blinkhorn, guys like that. He learned to sing up North, with the Pacific Islanders.

He?s a musical drifter, picking up stories wherever he goes, polishing them into honest songs. There?s a sense with Archer that his music exists outside of time. Which makes sense, because he exists outside of place.