It doesn’t get anymore Newfoundland than lines like “Darling, you’re the fish to my brewis,” sung on a boat slip in Pouch Cove, a few feet from the Atlantic Ocean. Arn’s budding classic “Fish to My Brewis” hits your sense of nostalgia just as hard as your funny bone, illustrating how wit might write the best ballads, and humour the truest ones. This is as solid an ode to Newfoundland, or local love, as any.

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