Review: Richard Hawley, ‘Standing at the Sky’s Edge’: Aidin Vaziri | Richard Hawley spent years refining his take on the lonesome rockabilly sounds of Duane Eddy and Charlie Feathers. But on his seventh solo album, the perpetually underrated British singer-songwriter’s imagination seems to have drifted into another era. On “Standing at the Sky’s Edge,” the former Pulp guitarist’s luxuriant strings and reverently vintage tones give way to layers of psychedelic fuzz and swampy riffs. As he sings songs of murder and lust about his native Sheffield in his smoky croon, the music swells up and swallows him in ferocious waves (see: “She Brings the Sunlight,” “Leave Your Body Behind”). It’s almost as if he grabbed an early Pink Floyd album by mistake on one of his vinyl buying binges and the thing turned his poor head upside down.