A to Z Album and Gig Reviews
Whatever level of success he attains or respect he deservedly earns, Will Kimbrough will always be undervalued. The reason is simple, he is one of the best songwriters and singers working today.
But Daddy offers far more than simply Will Kimbrough because he is joined on stage by Tommy Womack - bringing back memories of their days as bis-quits - John Deaderick, Paul Griffith and Dave Jacques in what was clearly a night to remember. No disrespect to Deaderick, Griffith or Jacques but this is in essence Kimbrough and Womack, the pair write the album (apart from a magical The Powers That Be/Ooh La La segue) and they play their songs like their lives depended on them
On this live CD, recorded in front of family and friends at Frankfort's Women's Club (Frankfort Kentucky), the band obviously feels comfortable enough to let rip and the result is some God-fearing country and some blues/rock that'll put the fear of God into you.
The explanantion behind the band's name is because none of its members are in the first flush of youth and, as anyone can tell you, no-one plays guitar like your Daddy. The second explanation appears to be the most plausible because you'll hear things you've never heard before and guitars treated in a way that becomes almost cruel.
The opening track Glory Be stays true to its title, it and Cold Chill are irresistible calls to the faithful rather than the merely tracks in a gig. After that, if it weren't musicians of the calibre of Womack and Kimbrough the album could be affectionately sub-titled 'youth recaptured', it is unashamed and unadulterated guitar rock. Gloryland, which finishes the album, sounds as if its being played with the fires of hell lapping at the band's feet.
If Daddy is a side project for both Kimbrough and Womack, then they've redefined the term. I can think of one world renowned guitarist whose side project isn't worth the name but this is energetic, passionate and all are fully commited to it and take it as 'seriously' as they would their 'day jobs'.
But for all the fire and brimstone it's the quality of the songs that stands out Womack's 'I Miss Ronald Reagan' sounds like it should be piece of nonsense verse but in fact it uses its lightness and wit to drive home a serious point and in the end you'll find yourself nodding in agreement, while Nightmares becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Daddy At The Women's Club is certainly more rock n roll than you might expect, although Happy In Your Skin and Cousin Darryl are superb slices of flyblown, lazy river, country blues, enchanting and easy on the ear.
But whatever the style or genre, Kimbrough and Womack have produced an album that is a joy from first to last and one that provides an experience that could surely only be bettered by being there when it was recorded.
Michael Mee, February 2006
Now where's this guy been hidin' out? Well, on Tyneside, where he's developed a hell of a cult following – and no wonder, cos he's brilliant! The history?: Singer-songwriter Steve was once a member of Lindisfarne (mid-80s), their producer too, and he performed with Alan Hull's Other Side band; he's also produced or engineered a whole host of star names from Bryan Ferry and Kathryn Tickell to Prelude and Paul Lamb. But here on Without, Steve's fourth solo album, we're just given the man himself. It's a basic, no-frills gambit that gives rise to a bare-bones, excessively truthful-sounding record, just Steve and his trusty troubadour-guitar (and a dab of harmonica here and there). I might add too that truthful is nothing less than you normally get from Steve's producer here, Ron Angus, for Ron has with stunning accuracy captured both Steve's musical essence and his overwhelming personal character, while imparting the overall sound of the recording with a satisfyingly full but not over-egged ambience that draws the listener right in and encourages closest attention at all times - befitting both the man and his songs. Very impressive indeed, as are both.
First acquaintance with Steve's abundantly gritty (garglin' on liquid sandpaper!) vocal delivery yields immediate comparison (for me) with Kieran Halpin most especially (on some songs), or Tom Pacheco, or Bob Dylan, even Johnny Cash in his very last days (on others). The opening (title) song just growls its close confidentials, exposing the singer's emotional vulnerability clearly and potently, to a totally uncomplicated guitar strum: succinct, economically expressed, and absolutely no need for any more. This song actually bookends the album, since it comes in two versions: the stark guitar-and-voice treatment at track one and a slightly augmented (with a spare piano line and electric guitar) treatment at track ten that lends the lyric a tellingly warmer perspective. The second song, And Then, is a contemplative chanson with a refrain that should by rights plunge you into darkest depression but the effect is curiously uplifting. The hoarse expressivity Steve brings to The Wagon (a compelling but catchy song examining addiction) recalls the intimate delivery of Sheffield's Paul Pearson. There are certain songs of Steve's where in specific elements of their overall feel and structural composition the Halpin comparison hits home most: the rhythmically intoned, almost scattergun list of everyday objects and images that characterises Skip Life; the intensely rendered, heartbreakingly throaty pleading of Don't Look At Me That Way; the hammered riffing backing for Wild that reflects the harsh voicing and seemingly reckless abandon of the lyric's wishfulness. Elsewhere, the meaningful yet ironic repetition of the title phrase of Nothing To Say (a standout track) proves a powerful device for expressing the song's bleak resignation, contrasting with the more tender delivery Steve now adopts for the plaintive Bring On The Sun. Perhaps the most overtly Dylanesque song here is 100,000 Hours - with its simple, memorable imagery it could almost've come from Bringing It All Back Home, with that double-edged quality of experience overlying the innocence, that comes from closer scrutiny. And in general terms Steve seems to have taken inspiration from Alan Hull in his expert crafting of themes of love, loss and despair with immediacy of expression and realism of observation.
Let me stress here that altho' it might sound as tho' I'm labelling Steve derivative or copycat by invoking those specific comparisons, this is definitely not the case, for his songs have an abundantly strong personality all their own, and Steve's uncompromising, unwaveringly intense delivery is second to none and just what they need. I'm paying the guy the highest compliments here – and yes, you really do need to hear him.
David Kidman January 2009
Steve Daggett - Songs In A Carrier Bag
The title of Steve Daggett's new album sums up the delight and the dilemma which surrounds a singer/songwriter who is one of the foundations on which north east music is built.
Songs is an accurate, if slightly emotionless start but then up leaps the self-deprecating In A Carrier Bag suggesting a humbleness which is misplaced. There are some with a tenth of Daggett's talent who shout twice as loud about it.
If the category exists then Steve Daggett is the singer songwriter's singer songwriter. His passionate performance of The Ballad Of Jimmy Forsyth, accurately mirrors the passion of the writing.
It is also a typical Steve Daggett song, deviod of pretension it is plain speaking and beautifully visual. Daggett's spare but emotive use of lyrics is onl;y one of his many strengths.
Daggett at times plays down the depths his songs reach but Pretty Useless is a biting and compassionate, confessional love song. It could easily be any one of us looking in the mirror at that particular track.
Folk artists, because that is what he undoubtedly is, are sometimes thought of as unnecessarily intense and introspective but Daggett is the exception there is an openness and robustness about his music. He has a big talent and a big heart both of which are on display on Songs In A Carrier Bag, it's just that title.
Michael Mee
Steve has been around in the music industry for many years, working with the likes of Stiletto, Ronnie Lane, The Fabulous Poodles, and latterly Lindisfarne. It was with the North Eastern combo that he developed a fast friendship with the late, great Alan Hull, and on this, his first solo album the influence is clear.
The arrangements are generally sparce, with mandoline and acoustic much to the fore, accenting Steves' gravelly vocals, something of a cross between Dylan, Tom Petty and suchlike.
But it is the songs themselves that make this on of the best singer/songwriter collections that I have heard in a long while. Highlights are 'Mandoline Moon' - a tribute to Alan Hull - the lyrics containing the titles of some of Alan's songs, 'Just to see You Smile' - very reminsicent of Petty's 'Don't Come Around Here No More', but individual nevertheless. 'Rise' is a heartfelt exhortation for better things to come, 'Love Song (part one)' is simply beautiful - the track of the album.
'Live Your Life Your Own Way' has a wonderful dulcimer and border pipe arrangement, 'Have a drink' is a bit of Geordie fun. 'Always on my Mind' reminds me of early Neil Young, with some nice harmonica and lyrics of longing. 'Evening World' gently rounds of this most impressive release. Cracking album!
Jon Hall
Two top-class albums within the space of a year from this award-winning bluegrass duo, who appear to have made 2008 "their" year after seemingly coming out of nowhere (although they've been members of the bands of Doyle Lawson and Rhonda Vincent for some years). Although they're both fine instrumentalists in their own right, their true speciality is their terrific close-harmony singing (think Louvins, Monroes, Stanleys), which is demonstrated loud and clear on these faithfully-recorded discs (which form the duo's second and third releases). Jamie's brilliantly confident high tenor lines in particular are a real joy.
Brothers From Different Mothers pushes the standard bluegrass envelope by giving the D&V treatment to a healthy range of exceedingly well-chosen material - from the glorious southern gospel of When I've Travelled My Last Mile (from the repertoire of Jamie's dad's group The Four Js) and classy self-penned numbers like Girl In The Valley to exhilarating covers of Gillian Welch/David Rawlings' Winter's Come And Gone and the breezy Statler Brothers pop-country single Years Ago and solid tear-jerkers like Ron Spears' Please Don't Let Our Sweet Love Die and the deeply emotional album closer On The Other Side (from the pen of Jimmy Fortune). To help Jamie and Darrin realise their powerful bluegrass-inspired vision, their gorgeous thrusting harmonies are perfectly encased in jewel-like instrumental settings that utilise a goodly dozen special guests including Ron Block, Stuart Duncan, Tim Crouch, Adam Haynes, Andy Leftwich, Bryan Sutton, Jeff Parker and Joe Dean Jr. Well I may've said it before, but never I suspect with such conviction - bluegrass-inspired albums really don't come any better than this: I mean it!
Singing From The Heart is a slightly different animal: a rousing set of 12 acappella gospel and spiritual songs, recorded as a special project to benefit Tennessee Bible College (yet the idea came about in 2001, long before the men came together as a duo). The intention in choosing the songs was that 95% of the listeners would know 70% of them well enough to sing along, the remainder being new enough to generate interest in the developing Dailey & Vincent repertoire, and that aim's certainly been achieved! Even though (as the liner notes honestly admit) cues are taken from time-honoured arrangements of earlier gospel ensembles (Golden Gate Quartet, Oak Ridge Boys, the most well-known of the pieces still sound entirely freshly conceived in these wonderful Dailey & Vincent settings. The old chestnut Farther Along has probably never sounded better, and the uptempo African-American spirituals like Moses Smote The Water, Don't You Want To Go To Heaven and Joshua Fit The Battle Of Jericho really rouse the hackles.
Most of the songs incorporate the awesome bass tones of Glenn Dustin, providing a steady "movable bedrock" of constant interest, while a host of other guest singers help to swell the texture beyond Jamie and Darrin's own superlative voices. Molly Skaggs adds her own special tenor to an intriguing rendition of Amazing Grace (which enjoys a key-change on every verse!), and also appearing variously include Tony King, Anthony Facello and Andy Ball, with the incomparable Doyle Lawson singing baritone on Near The Cross. In every respect this is an exemplary gospel album, and very very uplifting indeed.
If you've any feel for classic "brother duo" bluegrass-cum-country and top-flight Americana, then you'll revel in this truly marvellous pair of albums, whose only deficiency is their unfortunate brevity (only just over half-an-hour apiece).
David Kidman December 2009
Dàimh is the Gaelic word for affinity or kinship - and never was there a more appropriate band name in my opinion. This six-piece outfit brings together musicians from the West Highlands, Ireland, Cape Breton and the Irish-American scene, and the lineup comprises Angus MacKenzie (Highland and Border pipes), Gabe McVarish (fiddle), Colm O'Rua (banjo, mandola), Ross Martin (guitar), James Bremner (bodhrán) and Calum Alex MacMillan (singer). Calum, a former Gaelic Mod winner, is the most recent addition to the band. Dàimh's is a unique sound indeed, with an awful lot going on yet never sounding unduly cluttered - just take a listen to the weaving of the various lines (pipes, banjo, fiddle) with the driving rhythm backing (guitar, bodhrán) on the first track, a sparkling set of pipe tunes (kicking off with a bold strathspey), or stunning Trip To Glenfinnan set (track 3), where each and every contribution is both clear and significant. The Turbo Shandy strathspeys-and-reels set (track 6) is another rousing escapade. Dàimh's collective music-making is characterised here and throughout the disc by a magnificent and often quite overwhelming sense of exhilaration, absolute enjoyment and togetherness. There's another splendid illustration of this on the Anxo's set, which brings a pair of Galician muiñeiras into happy conjunction with a pair of jigs and additionally features guest contributions from Galician musicians Anxo Lorenzo (gaita) and Xose Liz de Cea (bouzouki). Here, as ever, producer Iain MacDonald does a grand job in keeping the textures crisp yet full-blooded, while he also contributes a flute part to several of the tracks. There is another, less fiery side to the band now though on this, their third CD (albeit their first for Greentrax): three of the album's twelve tracks are sensitive treatments of Gaelic songs which showcase the expressive skills of Calum Alex, a fluent and appealing singer, in tandem with some comparably expressive accompanying instrumental work from the other band members. The fourth, and liveliest song, originating from the isle of Lewis, has one of those tongue-twisting hò rò choruses and features the small Clachnabrochan Gaelic Choir on backing vocals. Even on the gentler musical climate of the songs (and the slow air Sealg a's Sùgradh nan Gleann), there's a joyous and wholly communicative quality to the band's music that really cheers the spirits. Another Greentrax winner.
David Kidman March 2008
An acoustic folk duo with harmonies (a blend of alto and soprano) to die for and jangly acoustic guitar strums, the easiest touchstones for reference would be the Indigo Girls or the Dear Janes, though you'll also hear nods to Emmylou and the Everlys.
Trading in matters of the heart, their songs pluck resonant emotional chords and come armed with a nice line in memorable lyrics. Case in point, the opening Lonely Girl with sports the line 'she wears her body like a lifetime achievement' and talks about favouring connection over one night stands as they sing how they'd "rather be alone than someone you take home."
Alive, keeps the momentum rolling with its jangling bounce and a singalong 'we are fearless' chorus hook that positively bristles with pop sensibilities. The same's true of the album's lead single, the handclapping beat 50s throwback flavoured Levi Blues while, voices soaring, sorrow laced piano ballad Horses is like an alchemical marriage of Neil Young and Emmylou.
Whether the plangent mid-tempo strum of fame vs love Northern Lights ("she's got a French last name and a home made hula hoop"), the melancholic acoustic guitar brooding Compass or the hymnal quality of the Art Garfunkel-like Stand In Awe where the notes hang on their breath in the autumnal air, there's not a false step throughout.
Earlier this year they were the only Canadian act invited to perform at the 50th anniversary of the Newport Folk Festival. If you think that suggests they're a little bit special, you'd be very right.
www.dalagirls.com
www.myspace.com/dalagirls
Mike Davies October 2009
The ever-prolific singer-songwriter Heather specialises in the sub-genre of folk that's best termed Canadian-Celtic, with abundantly strong roots in storytelling. Previous ventures have embraced Arthurian legend, the Decameron, and myths from Irish and Inuit cultures, couched in enterprising musical settings that have ranged from gentle folk minstrelsy to full-on folk-rockery, from tasteful neo-classical textures to smooth exoticism. And what's more, even after six albums of mostly self-penned material, Heather's sheer inventiveness and seemingly inexhaustible fund of creative ideas shows no signs of running dry, which is almost too good to be true.
Once again, I'm just a little delayed in catching up with Heather's musical adventures, for she's about to release yet another album (The Green Knight, due very soon)! But The Gabriel Hounds, Heather's seventh album of "Celtic songs for the 21st century", is at the time of writing her latest studio production (two live sets have also been released through Heather's website over the past year or so). The CD follows the legend of the Gabriel Hounds (which differs between Welsh and English versions) in the sense that basically it explores "the idea of being balanced between the known and the unknown"; its fourteen tracks (co-written and co-produced by Heather herself with her partner Ben Deschamps) all deal in some way with honesty and loss, humour and bravery, within a musical and spiritual setting that resonates with the diverse cultures that house the modern Celtic diaspora. Heather's a mighty fine singer for a start, able to convey a wide range of moods, so she can stretch the musical envelope through different phases and sub-genres of Celtic folk in order best to serve the narrative.
The various tales and experiences that make up The Gabriel Hounds therefore carry a range of approaches, from dark fairytales (Changeling Child) and primordial myth (the Zepp-rock gestures of Mountain) through to a portrait of Joan of Arc (Joan) and some scathing historical commentary (the brooding, pounding Trail Of Tears), offset by a powerful prayer for guidance (Crimson Sky) and some inspirational, upbeat life-philosophy (the contemporary-acoustic mode of Troubadour) with further evidence of the strength within us conveyed on Never Quite Eden and Into Town.
Finally, the disc contains four evocative instrumentals, inspired respectively by ancient Norse myth, a Welsh folktale, the King of the Fairies and a location associated with Robin Hood, but although pleasing, these tend to dilute the impact of the songs around them by being placed close together through the second half of the disc. At various times, Heather's approach and delivery can recall Loreena McKennitt and Sandy Denny, but she always retains a welcome individuality of spirit in her writing and performing. As with previous albums, the presentation is exemplary, for Heather has helpfully provided full texts within the booklet too.
David Kidman July 2009
Heather hails from Toronto; she writes and performs her own material, which is forthright storytelling-folk, mostly with a distinct Celtic bent (tho' happily without the unfortunate feyness that tag implies) and sometimes incorporating local-legendry in the vein of, say, Tanglefoot. Some of Heather's previous four albums have embraced detailed dealings in Arthurian legend, but the focus here is more wide-ranging, taking in the Irish hero Oisín (Adrift), the Decameron (the racy Up Into The Pear Tree), Maid Marian (Confession) and Inuit mythology (Sedna - a disc highlight that reminded me a little of Burning Times), and as often as not using myth as metaphor (Medusa). Heather's songs have much to offer, especially when performed and arranged as persuasively as they are on this disc - and she has a really good voice too. The Greyhound is a stirring tale of maritime tragedy, whereas the title track is a catchy acappella-with-percussion celebration of the spirit of the pilgrimage, set to a suitably sinuous and exotic melody. Heather's voice (and approach) have been compared to Loreena McKennitt and Sarah McLachlan, and on songs like Hunter the comparison is apt, with its tasteful neo-classical setting reinforcing that impression. The two non-originals on the album are good choices too: first there's Graham Pratt's Black Fox (one of those rare hunting songs where the fox actually wins!), which is followed by the rousing (but less often heard) Stan Rogers song Flowers Of Bermuda. The instrumental settings Heather employs are inventive and well considered, utilising guitar, cello, violin/fiddle, recorders, piano, and often bass and drums too, with occasional exotica such as both varieties of dulcimer, bowed psaltery and didgeridoo sparingly used, but the arrangements are always attractive and accessible if at times the sheer smoothness and level of accomplishment seems a trifle too easily won perhaps. Even so, The Road To Santiago adds up to much more than just another predictably appealing slice of Canadian Celtic which it might at first appear to be. Presentation is excellent too, with notes and full song texts.
David Kidman March 2008
With half of the songs tributes to her dad, somewhat inevitably there's an air of grief therapy about things as she celebrates his life and ponders their relationship, the title track a bittersweet reflection on 'precious time wasted' in not getting to know him better and about conversations never had while the likes of I'm Your Child, One Year On and Rainbow ("the passing of time is a healer") are all fairly self-explanatory.
Elsewhere she's to be found examining herself on the likes of Lost Girl and This Is My Skin or singing about loves and relationships gone (Alive), found (Breath of Live) or questioned (Funny Little Mystery). Possessed of a smoky honeyed voice, musically you'll hear shades of both Carole King and (on the catchy Funny Little Mystery especially) a less quirky Tori Amos in her spare piano ballads while the English pop acoustic strums of things like the summery Alive call to mind Harriet Wheeler of The Sundays and the rockier blood of This Is My Skin bears hints of Sharleen Spiteri. She has a firm grasp of melody, letting her voice soar or float as the mood requires and while a couple of the tracks tend to drift away into meandering folksiness with slightly 5th form girlie poetry lyrics for the most part this marks her a talent to keep an eye on.
Mike Davies
An unusual album this - 27 tracks of solo piano, playing repertoire drawn principally from the American fiddle tradition, mostly in an appealing and neatly mobile ragtime groove, with hints here and there of New Orleans stride or boogie styles. Apparently, Colm's known in old-time circles as a guitarist and occasional fiddler, but it's clear from this home-produced CD that he's no mean pianist too! In fact, it's also a good bet that you'll not have heard this music played quite like this; to some it may sound a potential recipe for disaster (on paper at least), but I find it stimulating and intriguing, not least because it points up the close (and under-appreciated) kinship between the traditional fiddle tunes and the ragtime of Scott Joplin and his era, and how naturally the latter developed in full knowledge of the former from the sprightly minstrelsy of the cakewalk players.
Aspects of ragtime technique abound, such as ornamentation and trills, while heavy syncopation often takes the place of the four-square rhythmic orientation of the original dance tunes. Remember how Joshua Rifkin's deliberate and unhurried renditions of Joplin invoked charges of "heresy"?!; well, this ain't heresy either, but again just a different slant on the music, and is most refreshing. Colm's "walking bass" has an enviable solidity, but occasional unavoidable imperfections elsewhere in his playing don't matter a jot, as he effortlessly and naturally communicates his enjoyment of the music with a good-time vibe in every bar (and juke-joint!). He's not afraid to exercise expressive rubato on the less pacey numbers like Ashokan Farewell and Margaret's Waltz either, and he's not averse to a bit of henhouse vamp (as on Growling Old Men), while he also relishes a bit of Jerry Lee Lewis when the mood takes him; to his credit, though, his approach is so fully-formed that none of these influences seems out of place within the context of his treatments of the material.
homepage.ntlworld.com/colm.daly
David Kidman
Marybeth D'Amico - Heaven, Hell, Sin And Redemption (Own Label)
Marybeth's an American singer-songwriter living in Germany, a former journalist whose epiphany came with her discovery, around four or five years ago, of the songwriting of Patty Griffin (and later other less well-known writers including Lori McKenna and Deb Talan). Marybeth's stock-in-trade is melody-driven, surprisingly upbeat-sounding songs that trade stories of characters with shadowy secrets and often dubious habits. This turns out to be her first full-length album, and it's a confidently managed set on which she's been fortunate to engage the services of producer/bassist Bradley Kopp and a crew of musicians comprising Lloyd Maines (pedal steel, dobro), Richard Bowden (violin), David Webb (keyboards) and Paul Pearcy (drums). The album was well received in Europe on its release last summer, apparently, although reviews of its predecessor EP were mixed. Evidently the support team has provided the catalyst here for Marybeth to deliver the goods musically this time round. This album exhibits a lightly-worn classiness, a listener-friendly pop-country-folk-Americana feel that belies the fairly dark nature of its content, in which aspect it's been (quite fairly I believe) compared to the work of Kathleen Edwards. Marybeth sings well, with conviction and a quality of believability that stems from her direct, no-nonsense delivery; she makes the best of a voice that may not be considered the most individual. Another significant plus is that maybe you don't exactly expect a lady singer to convince when portraying a male protagonist, but Every Week and Ohio (in particular) really hit home. There are occasions when reading the lyrics in the booklet gives a more potent sense of their poetry than listening to the record, but on the other hand (and especially on third or fourth play), luckily the melodies and arrangements entice and hook sufficiently to prevent the lyrics from being too easily glossed over, so one's emotions are engaged from the outset on virtually every song. The album's unity derives from the fact that Marybeth's characters are real, and realistically depicted, and this record is a sufficiently distinctive and credible first-stab that should make something of a mark in a rather crowded marketplace, especially when backed up with a forthcoming UK tour (June 2009).
www.marybethdamico.com
www.myspace/marylisbeth
David Kidman January 2009
That rather twee and perhaps overtly chummy name conceals what's actually a fresh-sounding young duo from Warwickshire who here present their debut CD, a collection of self-arranged songs (mostly traditional in origin) with some tunes thrown in for good measure. Majoring on the exceedingly pure (=read also sibilantly pretty) vocal tones of Susie Bones with brother Dan on guitar, Danansooz give us some thoughtful, interesting and generally audience-friendly takes on those songs. Glancing at the track-list, well, many of these you'd think you've probably had enough of during the recent folk revival. But do stop to listen - starting with the duo's adventurous, melancholy, minor-key take on Bonnie Light Horseman; although there's a modicum of additional instrumental backing (including a piano keyboard), it's ably and attractively managed and does not intrude on Susie's interpretation of the text. A similar degree of thoughtfulness is much in evidence on the majority of the songs here, from an unusually sprightly Shamrock Shore to a tender Lass Of Glenshee. Susie's acapella rendition of Searching For Lambs (where she benefits from doubletracking with her own harmonies) is both brave and proficient, and works well. Some might feel that Susie's sheer beauty of tone isn't quite enough to carry Song For Ireland to its lofty heights, but hers is still a believable interpretation, and the fiddle and piano backing (courtesy of Joe O'Donnell and Peter McDonald respectively) is certainly a very lovely touch. Other friends marshalled for the recording include Harriet Bartlett, Ian Hartland, Mabel Morgan and George Van Ristell, and they provide neat and unobtrusive embellishments to Dan's guitar and bass and Susie's whistle at various times. The duo's playing on the tunes (which crop up mainly as codas to songs) is commendably efficient and provides the necessary variety in timbre to keep our interest. Very occasionally I feel there's almost a too self-conscious desire to be different or to make an impression, but, a few slightly mannered interpretative quirks aside, Danansooz exhibit a naturalness and bright, keen edge to their treatments of what are viewed as overly well-worn songs, and they display a clear-sighted sense of enterprise which is to be encouraged. Benji Kirkpatrick's composition Tolling Bell makes an unusual and effective choice for closer, capped by a performance of Paddy McCarthy's Reel. This is a very pleasing release: a most credible debut, and with the right exposure (and possibly a change of name?) I'd forecast greater things for Danansooz.
David Kidman
David Kidman
The Dandy Warhols - Odditorium Or Warlords of Mars (Parlophone)
Popular wisdom says that the Dandys have never really produced anything to match Bohemian Like You, the song that struck them lucky by being picked up saturated all over a Vodafone commercial. This is clearly nonsense. They may not have become world dominating superstars, but Courtney Taylor-Taylor and the band have consistently turned out interesting and at times irresistible material both before and after the HIT.
Following on from the Nick Rhodes produced electro washed Welcome to the Monkeyhouse, they've sort of gone back to basics with an album (named after their studio) that rocks in the same way as acknowledged blueprint Primal Scream and rather obvious reference point, the Rolling Stones. Indeed, in the spoken word intro spoof that charts the band's shift from banjo playing hicks to seminal rocking influences on Bill Haley and Elvis, the narrator even 'quotes' Courtney as saying 'it's only rock n roll but I think I like it'.
They don't ease you in either. The first track, the stunning Love Is The New Feel Awful, is a nine and a half minute epic of swirling psychedelia, martial beat, plangent guitars, wailing sax and Hawkwind freak out midsection that takes your breath away. They don't give you time to recover either, following up with seven minutes of Easy with its snaky hissed breath vocals and Stones on funky heat rhythmic strut. And while they're in a Stones mood they let slip All The Money Or The Simple Life Honey that reminds you of what Jagger and Richards were capable of when they were lean and hungry bad boys.
It's not all Rolling rock though. The New Country is a thigh-slapping hoe down with its tongue planted firmly in its musical cheeks, complete with yeehawing whoops, Holding Me Up harks to My Bloody Valentine while Smoke It and Down Like Disco are Stooges garage punk riff pounding mayhem and Everyone Is Totally Insane and the close on 12 minute blues moaning strung out closer A Loan For Tonight take their cues from 80s electro, the former a nod to Duran, the latter a Depeche Mode style dark sludgy dirge that sounds like they're writhing on their deathbed, guts churned with poison. They're not, in fact they've probably never been healthier. Their red planet is clearly in a most auspicious orbit.
Mike Davies
Hands up those who don't know the name of Barbara Dane! Not all that long ago I would've been one to do so, I'm ashamed to admit, tho' I suppose it's mostly because I just wasn't around the right part of the scene at the time. For Barbara was primarily a blues singer, and this album, formerly entitled When I Was A Young Girl, was her only true folk recording. Originally issued in 1959, it came as a bold awakening for many fans who were hitherto unaware of Barbara's deep folk roots. Barbara's singing is extraordinary, her gorgeously dark timbre bringing a powerful blues sensibility to these songs which comprise such an important part of her heritage.
It's no exaggeration to say that listening to Barbara on tracks like When I Was A Young Girl, Turkey Reveille (a variant of Golden Vanity) and Nine Hundred Miles, you could easily be forgiven for not realising she was a white woman, so amazingly soulful and gutsy is the way she uses her voice. No wonder that on its original release this LP garnered such considerable attention - even securing a major feature story in Ebony magazine - and no wonder that artists from Janis Joplin to Tracy Chapman have cited Barbara as a big influence, tho' I suspect you'll hear many more contemporary singers who've (possibly unknowingly) been influenced to some extent by Barbara. And now, after almost fifty years of musical water have flown under that ol' bridge, it's still headline news in my opinion as regards quality of music-making is concerned.
Barbara's voice and guitar are augmented on many of the tracks by Tom Paley's deft, idiomatic banjo or guitar. All of which adds up to an essential purchase that's likely to open your ears and provide you with must-hear-and-keep versions of some now-well-travelled traditional material. This excellent reissue comes complete with full original liner notes too.
David Kidman January 2007
Luke Daniels and Jonathan Preiss - Above The Bellow (Gael Music)
Button-accordionist and singer Luke was winner of the Young Tradition Award in 1994, since which time his career has involved stints with De Dannan and the Riverdance band, working as a songwriter alongside Eleanor Shanley and with such prestigious musicians as Arty McGlynn and Cathal Hayden. His career to date has been anthologised on a Wren Records release The Secret Sessions, which I intend to review at a later date, but it's no secret that Luke's an extremely talented player. Ever since he and guitarist Jonathan Preiss worked together on Howard Shore's music for Lord Of The Rings at the RAH, Luke's been busy preparing the material that has become Above The Bellow. Jonathan's best known for his work with the London Guitar Trio and Brazilian jazz project Caratinga, and his seven-stringed instrument brings to this album of roughly half-traditional, half self-penned material an intimate and subtle classical styling with engaging overtones of Brazilian and folk inflections. Luke's own playing is on a technical level highly proficient and a distinctive presence throughout the CD as you'd expect, but in terms of phrasing Luke can sometimes be quite self-effacing, stepping back from the limelight, and there are times when one could almost argue that it's Jonathan's warm and almost telepathic complementary guitar work that provides the album's primary musical and textural signature. Jonathan's contributions are gently virtuosic and always most intelligently considered, certainly more so than guitar accompanists are normally given credit for, and there's a lot more going on across the fretboard than it's possible to take in on one or even two playthroughs (I'm still getting the measure after half-a-dozen!). The opening track (The Road To Salalah) provides a good example, wherein melodic and rhythmic embellishment alternates with counterpoint in an ever-changing permutation, the instrumental lines weaving around each other in intriguing empathy. Jonathan's harmonic adventurousness comes to the fore on the musicians' arrangement of Long Acre, where shifts and variations in tempo and pulse between the two instrumental parts provide felicitous and unexpected contrasts of mood. Both musicians demonstrate their aptitude for a variety of instrumental styles, from the spiky verve they bring to straightforward traditional tunes like Bobby Casey's to the stylish Parisian café-music ambience of Musette à Teresa. Among the CD's ten tracks will be found three songs (two of which are Luke's own compositions), where Luke handles vocal duties in an attractive, drawling, laid-back manner that's reminiscent of Bert Jansch (especially on Way Back Home) but in the final analysis is probably a bit lacking in presence in terms of enunciation and not always seeming to identify with the words. That minor consideration aside, I'm very impressed with the musicianship and performances on this CD. However, I'm not anything like as impressed with the accompanying booklet; firstly, it's decidedly deficient as regards background information on the music performed, but secondly, it's got the composition credits for several of the tracks mixed up – track 3, The Silver Spire, is traditional, whereas track 4, A River Runs, is one of Luke's compositions, and – more seriously – track 6 (Field Behind The Plow, a cover of the beautiful Stan Rogers song) is mis-credited as track 9, while to compound the injury Stan's surname is even misspelt Rodgers… unforgivably careless!
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David Kidman
The follow up to 2008's self-titled band debut finds Danny George Wilson and his fluid line up of musicians edging even closer to Slim Chance, the folk-country outfit founded by one of his musical heroes, the late Ronnie Lane. Indeed, Henry the Van, a mandolin strummed campfire song about the demise of the faithful tour bus en route to Aberdeen, even includes a line about the romance of the road and a poacher.
That homespun feel of back porches and dusty byways runs throughout, evident noticeably on the pedal steel coated Appalachian flavoured Wandle Swan a reference to a South London river and the fiddle and banjo rousing bluegrass and Irish stomp of Parakeets.
Lane's not the only influence to ring clearly. The steady rolling Follow The River nods to Springsteen's optimistic romantic nostalgia, complete with a Clarence Clemons style sax solo, the keening Bluebird harks to the West Coast colours of CS&N, Restless Feet takes a Neil Young like wistful stroll through memories of youthful dreams, and the pedal steel jaunty Lose These Rags recalls Gene Clark.
The People Here (Shine A Light) is a bit of a mess with its gospel chorus and jerky verse rhythms and various instruments trying to elbow their way in, but otherwise, steeped in the weary but contended melancholia of passing years that imbues Streets Of Time, these are streets well worth the walking.
www.thechampionsoftheworld.org
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Mike Davies January 2010
That will be Danny George Wilson then, Australian sometime singer with Grand Drive, welcoming along members from The Brakes, Electric Soft Parade and Goldrush to create his second solo album, the follow up to The Famous Mad Mile. Where that adopted a simple campfire acoustic approach, this time round (taking its title from Roald Dahl's novel) things are a little lusher with brass, strings and even a dash of sitar adding extra textures to his self-described 'celebration of collective yesness'.
Co-written with Neal Casal, opening track The Truest Kind sets the vibe with its strummed guitar, Wilson's warm croon, backwoods hula society humming harmonies and a melody that strokes the sun from the sky.
Neatly dividing itself into the bouncy upbeat and dreamy slower numbers, the former's gorgeously represented by the jubilantly summery The Ghosts And Me and the good times by the creek These Days while a hillbilly CS&N styled bluesy folk Shadow Of The Wolf and Red Tree Song with its air of hilltops and clear skies are prime examples of the latter.
There's only eight tracks, but three of these clock in at over seven minutes with two of them proving the album highlights; the plaintive confessional I Still Believe which builds slowly to almost Polyphonic Spree proportions, and the epic When The Summer's Gone, a majestic number that starts out as a simple backporch, mandolin rippling folk and, introducing brass, swells to a tumultuous, heart-bursting street parade finale. Pure yesness, indeed.
www.thechampionsoftheworld.org
Mike Davies May 2008
Danú - One Night Stand - DVD (Danú)
MAGIC! TREMENDOUS! ONE OF THE BEST DVDs I OWN! ? Well you asked me to be honest didn't you? The snag is always what else to say about a band whom I've already praised to the skies reviewing their CDs, what more can you say?
OK, I accept the challenge, reluctantly. The majority of this DVD is a no-nonsense record of a concert Danú gave at the famous Vicar Street venue in Dublin, in front of a capacity and well appreciative crowd which included friends, relatives and assorted invited guests, many of whom joined the band on stage at strategic points during their set. It really is the next best thing to being there, and puts many live videos and DVDs to shame.
All the usual Danú hallmarks are there - the easy virtuosity of each individual musician, the ease and panache with which they interact, the easy rapport with their audience. And lest I be criticised for making it sound too ?easy?, there's not a trace of complacency in the performance, just that fabulous mix of well-rehearsed and properly planned arrangements with an enviable natural spontaneity. Each musician knows just when to step back and let the contributions of others breathe out through the texture. And those moments during the tune-sets when the y move up through the gears (and/or keys) to take the tune round again with ever more dashing dexterity, there's always one more notch on the gear-lever and they're having such a great time that they just have to share it with you. It fair blows the socks off me feet and reduces me to tears of unreserved joy and abandon! And then there's the shining presence of beautiful singer/whistle player Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh (pause for mild swoon here)? natural grace and poise personified (and not in the least showing off to her dad in the audience!). Her rendition of Mollai Na g-Cuach (accompanied only by Donnchadh's bodhrán), movingly dedicated to Frank Harte (also in the audience that night), is an intimate showstopper before the solo-set sequence.
Well I know I've said all this before, but it needs saying again, for Danú really are the finest out of the Irish traditonal acts I've seen live in recent years, no question. And they're such easy, charming folks to meet too, as I discovered when I compèred for them in York just a few weeks ago. But back to this excellent DVD. The sound quality is just brilliant, and the video recording faithfully captures the sheer busy-ness of the band's presence - there's always so much going on, so many details in the ever-changing combinations of colours and textures, the measured-but-enormous-fun ambience they so effortlessly generate whenever they pick up their instruments.
There are, as you might guess, some enticing and exciting unique features about this concert, mainly centred around the extra-special guests. There's the generation-bridging appearance of fiddler John Sheahan onstage with Liam Clancy's son Donal to perform his own ?impish hornpipe? complete with ?demented? jazz chords! There's the stepdancing prowess of box player Benny's brother Stephen McCarthy - who needs Riverdance?! There's the slightly-panto silliness of dancers Des and Peggy. And finest of all, the Grand Finale with guests a-plenty (I haven't yet mentioned Sharon Shannon, Phil Cunningham, Aongus McAuley, Des Dillon?) crowding the stage out to bow, blow, squeeze and strum their hearts out in boundless energy.
The DVD also contains 15 minutes' extra concert footage, including what was for me the musical nadir, Phil Cunningham leading a rendition of the Londonderry Air (here punningly retitled Danú Boy!) - only the nadir because I never liked that tune?!). There's also a sequence of interview segments and little on-the-road-tales, and even some early concert footage including a brief excerpt from Muireann's first ever gig with the band! All in all, as I said, a winning DVD that's the most persuasive advocate for the power and charm of Irish traditional music at its best.
David Kidman
Danú - When All Is Said And Done (Shanachie)
I could so easily have resorted to a swift cop-out for this review merely in order to meet the CD's release date deadline, saying something like "another sparkling and exuberant album from one of Ireland's most invigorating young traditional bands". Well sure, it is all of those things, and how, but there's always been so much more to Danú's art - as I'm finding is being revealed on each successive play. Of course, the instrumental sets (which comprise seven out of the album's twelve tracks) make their impact right from the first playthrough, but the five vocal tracks (being deceptively gentler) tend to win you over rather more gradually, possibly due to the elegant and mildly understated way that Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh sings. In the latter respect especially then, there's not the obvious change in band sound since 2003's The Road Less Traveled which that CD had brought from their previous offering, primarily because the role of lead singer remains the province of the lovely Muireann. Indeed (and unusually too, you may think!), the entire band lineup is unaltered (ie Tom and Éamon Doorley, Donnchadh Gough, Donal Clancy, Oisín McAuley and Benny McCarthy). I so love the way that Danú's performances combine clarity of expression and purpose with a sense of spaciousness, allowing the nuances of the music to breathe through the contributions of the individual musicians, each of whom understands so well just when - and how - to pull back or step forward. The concept of "the egalitarianism of the session" may sound academic, and Danú's members do take it seriously, but hey, they know how to have fun with it. And I've commented before (but there's no harm in reiterating) regarding the breathtaking way that Danú as an ensemble combine an intelligently managed lightness of overall texture that's truly amazing for a seven-piece with an aptitude for selectively thickening that texture at crucial moments in the music that fair makes the goose-pimples rise, and a thundering drive that's equally selectively employed. If anything, these miraculous qualities have been even more finely honed for this new CD, almost certainly due to the large number of unbelievably dynamic live performances they've given in the intervening years. Moments where individual instruments enter the arena with their specific melodic input are managed impeccably yet at the same time so very creatively, combining attitude with grace, forthrightness with delicate clarity. Also, the band prove so at ease with their material that they can be unafraid to take chances and try out fresh (for them) instrumental complements to achieve different textural nuances and interplays, as the glorious twin-fiddle and twin-flute work on the Coachman's Whip set so ably demonstrates. It's a shame, then, that the whole package is compromised just a smidgen by too many careless errors in the credits (for instance, Gerry "4 Men And A Dog" O'Connor guests on banjo on track 11, not track 9 as listed, whereas Tom and Oisín contribute backing vocals to track 10 not track 11, and Éamon plays fiddle on track 7 not track 10 - I'd better resist the temptation to go on…!). The other sad news that the CD's title hints at is the band's plan to considerably pare down their future touring appearances outside of Ireland once their current crop of commitments has been honoured - so I urge you to catch them on one of their few remaining dates this summer before they become another infuriatingly absent legend!
David Kidman
Back in 2000, the Dappled Grays were lauded as "Atlanta's best bluegrass band", but things then went rather quiet and only now do I find they've produced a followup, albeit with a new approach and new personnel (tho' I'll bet they're still Atlanta's best bluegrass band! ). So what's changed? - the band's sound, tho' still identifiably bluegrass, is now dominated by superb young vocalist and fiddler Leah Calvert, the current lineup being completed by founder members Casey Cook (guitar) and Michael Smith (mandolin) with newer recruits Keith Morris (bass) and Greg Earnest (banjo) now firmly on board. What a team! Although the disc's eleven songs vary in provenance (two apiece by Michael and Casey alongside three by Malcolm Holcombe, one by Leah, one trad-arr, one by Gillian Welch and Jonathan Byrd's Young Slaver), there's such a strong unity in the band's approach that they all seem almost to spring from the same stock. Performance style is suitably slick, with some world-class picking and bowing, but this is given depth by some progressive nuances and abundantly solid vocal prowess - which is where Leah comes in, with her sincere and honest yet attractively light-textured delivery that straightway recalls Alison Krauss in particular (no criticism intended!). She brings a wonderful tenderness and delicacy to whatever she sings (those last two mentioned covers are especially fine in that respect), yet she's capable of much strength and fortitude when more intense power is required (as on Red Rockin' Chair). Leah's virtuoso fiddle playing is a great addition to the basic group sound, and I'd have liked a bit more focus on it at times maybe, whereas Greg's banjo work is notable for its melding of traditional playing styles with inventive melodic twists and turns, Michael's expert mando work is steeped in the tradition and the rhythm team of guitar and bass give the songs an infectious foot-tapping drive that's real hard to resist. The individual members' talent for composition is more than proven, although I was a tad unsure about Leah's cheeky swing-club-style Put You In My Pocket fitting in with the rest of the cuts at first. But as with so many (hey let's be honest: way too many!) bluegrass-based albums, this one's all over before you can say Earl Scruggs - another of those 30-something-minute wonders that fair makes you ask where did they put all that surplus energy once the recording session had ended!
David Kidman December 2007
Diana Darby - The Magdalene Laundries (Delmore Recording Society)
Just as with skinning a cat, there are many ways to record a memorable album.
You can produce a set of songs awash with lush harmonies, enough hooks to net a small school of fish and melodies that will revive the philosophy of whistle while you work single-handedly.
Or you can do as Diana Darby has done on The Magdalene Laundries and create magic from what appear to be the barest of ingredients.
If you wrote a list of what Diana Darby had actually used to make The Magdalene Laundries, it would be a very short list, guitar and voice are pretty much it. But what you can not write down is what you can't see, can't touch but you can most certainly hear and that's the sound of her soul. The opening track Skin is here and gone in the blink of eye, however in half a dozen lines and with a voice that is rough and raw, Diana Darby says more than most would achieve with an orchestra and a whole evening at their disposal.
As the Magdalene Laundries unfolds you realize that she is not singing or playing quietly simply for effect but becasue to do either any louder would simply crush the spirit of the songs underfoot.
Where at first, you find you're leaning forward to hear better, eventually you find you're doing it as reflex action as you become totally absorbed in each song's beauty.
This is not an album that is readily or easily understood, each track is its own labyrinthine poem, accompanied by the lightest touch of music. Words and music initially appear to be completely unrelated, however they soon wrap around each other, forming an unbreakable bond.
As Kierkegaard for one, arouses your interest and then your passion, there's no turning back on The Magdalene Laundries. It may be delicate but Diana Darby's music is possessed of a vice-like grip, there is an overwhelming need to find out what Diana Darby has come up with next.
Listening to The Magdalene Laundries is like being caught up in a surreal dream, as the experience moves on the sense of wonder increases. And, like a dream, you're never quite sure if anything is real or not but eventually the spell Diana Darby casts means it doesn't really matter.
Michael Mee
The Dartmoor Pixie Band (inevitably!) are steeped in the music and dance traditions of their native Devon. The ensemble was originally formed over 35 years ago by the renowned late melodeon player Bob Cann, whose grandson Mark Bazeley (also a melodeon player, and kind-of band-member since age 10!) now proudly carries on the tradition in the company of long-standing members Rob Murch (five-string banjo) and Cyril May (drums), caller Sarah Bazeley and more recent recruits Jason Rice (piano accordion) and Ed Rennie (acoustic bass). The band hasn't brought out a record since a tape some 17 years ago, so this lineup is making its recorded debut! The sound the band makes is a distinctive one, which it might sound a cliché to describe as sprightly yet soft-textured, delightfully fleet-footed, like Pixies trippytoeing across the dance floor (as opposed to clodhopping trolls!). They play, and it would seem (not least on the evidence of the seven tracks on this CD that were recorded live) that folks down in Dartmoor dance, with a wonderful quality of jaunty delicacy that you don't always get at ceilidhs; having said which, there's evidently no lack of thrust or energy in either the band's playing or the dancers' movements. From a purely musical angle, the DPB have much going for them: its special instrumental complement is quite unusual, not least for the inclusion of Rob's banjo but also for the adoption of two different squeezeboxes playing in tandem (and well nigh inseparable from the sound of it!) throughout; against this defiant front-line backdrop, it takes someone with a very inventive approach to the drumkit to make it all sound good and inspire the feet, and Cyril's spirited playing, characterised by what's been called that driving "Devon rush", gets it just right. The band's repertoire, too, is quite individual, with reels, two-steps and polkas interspersed with gleeful "dance conversions" of familiar and popular country, New Orleans-jazz and gospel tunes - and it all works! It's delicious and infectious to listen to (that smile almost never leaves your face!), one reason for this no doubt being Sarah's special calling style (she even sings some of her directions!). Yet it can easily seem that the tune medleys tempt you to merge it all into one continuous ceilidh (if they don't tempt you to get up on your feet first!) - so I'll bet you too will be "motoring by the end" of the CD!
David Kidman February 2007
Bob Davenport - The Common Stone (Topic)
He may not get the same sort of popular acclaim as Martin Carthy, but Tynesider Davenport's done no less in keeping British folk music alive. At 71 this, his first album in six years, amply demonstrates his past and present significance and standing with guest appearances by Chumbawamba, Carthy, Richard Thompson (who bookends proceedings with his own tunes Davenport's Catwalk/Retreat),. John Tams, Norma and Mike Waterson and Linda Thompson who provides the spoken track Trust No Man, taken from a Celtic Miscellany.
Much sung a capella, the material's nothing if not wide ranging, embracing as it does numbers as diverse as Song of the Other Ranks set to a tune by Prokofiev, Blake's Jerusalem, The Wild Rover, Alabama Song, You Are My Sunshine, Thomas Hardy's The Colour, trad folk evergreens She Moved Through The Fair and The Cuckoo and the McGarrigles' Heart Like A Wheel.
War and its effects provide the bulk of the album's concerns. While penned in 1782 in protest at the war against America The Drum still resonates today, Those Men We See is bitter tale of the WWI battlefield firing squads for 'cowards', The Summertime Is Come Again is Harry Lauder's lament for his son killed during WWI, You Came Back Home Down That Long Road (Linda T on vocals) ironically reminds that not all who went off to fight found their sweethearts waiting on their return while the Sergeant's Returned treats on the scars brought back home from battle and. Underlining Davenport's continued radical relevance, Police Patrol sounds a timely note of concern for the insidious loss of democracy in the name of protecting the state.
Mike Davies
As performers, Paul and Liz may not have a wide profile outside of their South Yorkshire stamping-ground (although they've played an active part in folk education and development for many years), but as singers they're blessed with singular, sturdy and confident voices; they also possess a strong awareness of their role as song-carriers, being both steeped in the tradition and well versed in contemporary songwriting within the tradition. This is their second disc of "songs which (they) love to sing", and (I'm glad to note) the well shows no signs of running dry. It's a super collection, whose ambit covers sensibly economic versions of six Child ballads (including The Demon Lover and The Unquiet Grave), intelligently-researched variants of other traditional material (Died For Love, Stormy Winds, Down In Yon Forest), a pair of recently-penned songs drawing heavily on the tradition (The Guist Ploughman, by Damien Barber's father Mike, and Dave Dodds' majestic, if sinister incantation The Magpie), and The Next To Die, Captain Darling's glorious piece of gung-ho Victorian melodrama from the time of the Indian Mutiny. Paul also contributes three of his own intriguing creations: The House That Jack Built concerns the "nearly-true story" of "a ship that ran ashore and disappeared overnight", while The Sands Of Dee is a captivating setting of a grim Charles Kingsley poem and The Mermaid is Paul's inventive conglomeration of a Child Ballad and two Mediterranean myths. The (relatively modern) ballad of Grace Darling, though credited as traditional, sounds for all the world like a music-hall number (I can definitely visualise the bouncing-ball!). Here, as with everything they tackle, Paul and Liz launch into the singing with gusto and a keen sense of the inherent drama of the songs; indeed, the duo's fine unison rendition of Barbary Ellen is but one of many instances that mind me to revise my previous comment (when reviewing their first CD) regarding the limited expressive possibilities of unison delivery. (They might perhaps have made more capital out of The Magpie, which is taken a mite too briskly I feel, but this is a minor matter and only really apparent when comparing this version with, say, those of Young No More or its composer.) On a third of the songs, the couple's son Gavin contributes to the already impressively-together family "melting-pot" with some spectrally close and responsive vocalising that veers almost wilfully between harmony and unison, often during the course of a single song and to quite eerie effect. Paul and Liz also allocate themselves two solo tracks apiece, the pick of these being Paul's startlingly original, dark and bleak treatment of Lucy Wan (with his own almost improvisatory guitar accompaniment that's tinted with both raga and flamenco). The latter and The Mermaid aside, the only instrumental backing on the entire CD is some jaunty melodeon from Gavin's Crucible colleague Richard Arrowsmith, who also joins in the chorus on Pass The Good Old Bumper Round (this rousing song, sometimes known as the Padstow Drinking Song, forms the disc's finale, although logically it might've made a better starter). Recording's excellent, booklet notes are fine: an honest and most attractive release of some splendid – and fascinating – repertoire.
David Kidman April 2008
This disc contains some intensely beautiful and greatly consoling music. Basically, Béal Tuinne is a set of songs based on poems in Irish by Kevin Kennedy, the music being composed by Shaun Davey and performed by a dedicated group of West Kerry traditional musicians and singers. The title, which literally means "mouth of the wave", refers to the bow wave of a boat: this in turn is likely to signify the perspective of the poet, which often denotes that of an outsider (in a boat perhaps) who is looking in or across to the small gaeltacht village of Baile An Mhuraigh (Parish Of Moor), in the Ballydavid area west of Dingle, where Kevin Kennedy himself spent most of his life. Many of the poems are powerfully reflective: in one of the most memorable (Briotánach Óg ó L'Orient), the solitary poet thinks on a young Breton sailor who drowned, and in another (Díbeartach) he poignantly laments the fate of the exile, while the collection's final piece is a setting of Kevin's last poem which through the reminiscences of two old fishermen captured his own memories of friends and fishing in Ballydavid. The majority of the poems celebrate the fact that music and community are bound together inextricably in the life of this village, and I don't think I'm being fanciful when I say one gets the impression that the lilting of everyday speech and sung refrains are evidently part of the lingua franca of the area, as illustrated in the carefree jig-rhythms of Cuairteóir (that same exhilarating dance portrays the tumbling Rover Lee on Cois Laoi) and the affectionate waltz-time celebration of friendship that is Lá Élgin Fadó Fadó; on Fearaibh Na bhFeoibh (Men Of The Foze), we even find the tale of a heroic fishing voyage set to a reel (and no pun intended!)... As you'll gather, the musical idiom is loosely traditional, though the acoustic instrumentation tends, somewhat unusually, to be combined with the sound of the pedal harmonium, lending the whole a slight - but not unappealing - demeanour of cultured grandeur. On a couple of the later songs, however, a string synthesiser is used instead, which can render the texture unnecessarily bland and smooth, undermining the tastefully earthy traditional feel of the rest of the pieces: not a happy move, I feel. That reservation aside, there are some marvellous sounds and lovely melodies here, with performances of real character from singers Rita Connolly, Lawrence Courtney, Dáithí Ó Sé and Éilís Kennedy (Kevin's daughter), and musicians including button accordionist Séamus Begley, his son Eoin (concertina) and Jim Murray (guitar) - although all but one of the aforementioned singers double up on instrumental duties (banjo, whistles, flute, guitar). There are isolated instances where the massed (choral) vocal support to the principal singer and the instrumental lines gets mildly overwhelming, but on the plus side this device also becomes a special feature of the sound and unifies the whole set of songs. Béal Tuinne was debuted in a special concert at St. James's Church, Dingle in October 2006, which forms the basis for this recording - and certainly the magical atmosphere of this occasion is conveyed par excellence in the warm acoustics and spacious (but not overfacing) ambience.
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David Kidman August 2008
After I pronounced self-professed "more or less hobo" singer/songwriter Ethan's fourth album, Don Quixote De Suburbia, a "distinctly maverick, furiously eclectic set", along comes another stunning album from the man that, although sounding almost completely different, could also be accurately described in exactly the same terms! Taking as inspiration the Woody Guthrie axiom "Life has got a habit of not standing hitched. You got to ride it like you find it", there's all that typical restlessness in Ethan's work, a rootlessness that proudly refuses to chain itself to any one musical style, for settling down is not a concept in Ethan's personal vocabulary; travelling the world with guitar in hand in the best troubadour tradition, he translates into song the stories of the people he meets. Yet when he gets it together in the studio with his friends, the result is a fully formed product, a fully frontal political attack, yet musically speaking it's all expertly and eloquently arranged. His music jumps around from mood to mood, like leaping in and out of boxcars and stepping out into situations as he finds them, confronting them then moving on unpredictably yet with an almost inexplicable true sense of purpose. More so than on the Don Quixote album, each of the 14 songs on Ethan's latest is a direct (in the sense of unsubtle) political statement, whether those politics concern the state or a relationship; he uses his songs as a vehicle for his outrage at legal or social injustice, yet without coming across as self-righteous. This time round, the 14 tracks even include a cover version, a spit-in-yer-face dirty fuzz-punk thrash through John Prine's vitriolic take on the American status quo Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore. Ethan's vision is a compelling one, if often seeming somewhat warped, and this is borne out by his twisted way with his musical inspirations - just check out Carry Me Back To San Juan Hill (a weird cinematic-western take on the old shanty tune Santianna), or the Zeppelinesque bombast of Situationist (Non) National Commercial, or the bleak and strange Semi-Literate Cowboy Poem, for starters. But do check out Ethan's lyrics too - they're every bit as literate in their own way as his shameless encompassing of those musical influences. Five is another tremendously satisfying release from Ethan, who I bet is already out there on the roads and rails a-gatherin' more stories for album number six!
David Kidman
There's an article on the Kinks in this month's Uncut which asks the question: 'Did the Kinks invent heavy metal?'. That may be pushing it a bit, however if you want to know where a host of artists including Ian Dury and Blur got their ideas from, you could do worse than listen to Dave Davies' latest CD Bug.
Davies always seemed to be the 'other one', somehow living in the shadow of his brother Ray. While Ray was urbane and literary Dave was cast in the role of the slightly edgier and darker force in The Kinks.
Thankfully Bug proves that he has not lost the wil, or drive, to produce great rock n roll. His solo releases may be rare but they're worth the wait. Who's Foolin Who may be a slightly sardonic nod in the direction of a band many consider to have stolen the Kinks clothes. But Bug is no exercise in bitter retrospection it's a masterclass, showing just why we ruled the airwaves in the 60s. Be warned though, apart from Life After Life - which is not the album's strongest song - there is little evidence of modern music this is how rock music used to be.
What Bug does is show just how vital Dave Davies was to creating the sound both of the Kinks in particular and British music in general. He also provides the reason why the 'heavy metal' question was asked and after listening to Bug the answer is, maybe. There's also a little moment for Kinks fans with the track Fortis Green, which mentions the Clissold Arms which is where it all began.
Michael Mee
It's taken him over 40 years to get round to a solo album proper and he's spent a decade doing it, its release delayed by the minor hiccup of being robbed and shot in New Orleans. So, does it do justice to one of the most influential songwriters in the history of rock music? Well, in parts. As you'd expect it's witty, sardonic, and, despite heading into Memphis soul and Dylan inflections territory with Run Away From Time, very English, tossing off lines like "Is there life after breakfast?" , "cheer up son, put the kettle on" and telling how Mr Brown "ran off with an Essex blonde" on the mid-tempo jaunty strumalong Next Door Neighbour.
As you might expect from his advancing years, there's a tendency to view contemporary culture through jaundiced eyes, most notably on the Ian Dury-like talk-sing Stand Up Comic's contempt for dumbing down yobbism that passes for today's wit, while both the country-inflected The Getaway and the sultry moodiness of The Tourist's musings on travel find him seeking escape from the humdrum and disillusioned with the flash nature of his countrymen abroad.
There is not, though, anything here of the same pedigree as Waterloo Sunset, Dead End Street or the underrated Don't Forget To Dance and you'd not imagine fishing this out in forty years time and finding it still fresh and pertinent and you have to lament the fact that the man who wrote something as sharp as Dedicated Follower Of Fashion now feels the need to pen lines like "now the clown does a fart and we all fart back . . . and that's that." But, when it shines, as it does on Creatures of Little Faith's tale of domestic strife or the 11 minute Over My Head with its wah wah guitar, organ soul, reggae hints, folk-rock and stadium baiting flourishes, then it stays with you all day, and all of the night.
Mike Davies, February 2006
Defiantly "northern", yes, but certainly not trash. Roger's a West Yorkshire (Brighouse-born) singer-songwriter who engages your attention straight away with his easy, unassuming, captivatingly relaxed performing style and his knack for finding musical poetry in purely local places, stories and references. (It's been said that if anyone can make Huddersfield seem beautiful, then it's Roger!) But the glory is that you don't feel that it's exclusive or cliquey - no, Roger is genuinely welcoming you to his world, of which he's equally genuinely proud. He draws you in straightaway with his plain, touching, wry observations: there's a total lack of pretension in his writing which is refreshing, as he addresses things that matter to us all: small details in the bigger scheme of things they may be, but they mean the world to the likes of Roger and us. Roger writes with evident affection about living in his native county, and this quality colours his perception of life in general. He's one of the good guys, and he makes you feel good about being alive and able to appreciate simple pleasures. The gentle romance of The Way You Love Me and Harmony are good examples of Roger's craft, which is informed by the espousal of solid traditional songwriting values (Old Fashioned Man forms a kind of mission statement, I guess!). Roger has a real gift for easy-flowing melody and an enviable economy of expression: in these respects, songs such as Bradford Girl and Harmony put me in mind of Clive Gregson. Only once did I feel that wordiness got the better of Roger, in the extended litany of pub names that takes up the final minutes of Beer Belly Blues. But generally, while you're listening to Roger's songs, you don't notice the craft in the economy; the lines seem to come out so naturally, conversationally, and the phrases seem curiously - well, obvious, but just you try to write something similar and you'll realise how difficult it is! Finally, Roger's own guitar accompaniments are unflashy but actually highly adept, with a real art to their very unobtrusiveness. Do try Roger's music - I'm sure you'll find him utterly charming, entertaining and accessible.
David Kidman November 2007
This latest (and long-awaited third) full-length CD from Brighouse (West Yorkshire)'s finest is arguably his own finest too. As is often the case with the best art, Roger's is itself something of a paradox, in that the easy charm of his personality, his innate unpretentiousness and the deceptively simple nature of both his songwriting and his own guitar accompaniment should not by rights make such a deep impression as they do.
But his is an unmistakable voice within the world of singer-songwriterdom, a true individual with his own sincerely affectionate take on life, allied to an entirely natural talent for communicating this and making you believe there are good things in this world after all - particularly in his own native Yorkshire! Regional pride is not a new thing in art, but rarely has it been so genuinely and persuasively conveyed as in Roger's heartfelt songs - and, entirely refreshingly, without a trace of tweeness or sentimentality (although, it must be said, the very presence of the famous Brighouse & Rastrick Brass Band resplendent with proud warmth on the disc's opening song, a loving paean to Brighouse On A Saturday Night, which surely hath the power to mist over the eyes of even the most hardened listener).
True to the busker ethos, Roger keeps things welcomely unadorned, and (from track two onwards) he's right there in front of you (a captive audience, if you like) with just his guitar and harmonica, playing only for you, directly and with no distractions. He writes in a language we can all understand, with a carefully crafted economy of expression that's tellingly informed by local references and self-evident personal experience. The title track is a wistful and poignant reminder of the universal power of music (songs like Fields Of Gold and Penny Lane make a life worth living for), from the busker's perspective. And yes, there are unavoidable (intentional?) traces of the early-Donovan-Dylan-style troubadour-folk template here and there (White Roses are almost audibly blowin' in the wind of a Huddersfield street corner, for instance), but Roger always makes capital out of such influences and his songs are always recognisably his own creations. (I Think I Hear) Destiny Calling succinctly and memorably portrays Roger's attitude to his own metier; it's a kind of sequel to Old Fashioned Man from his earlier album Northern Trash. And while on the subject of craft, just take on board the apparently effortlessness of the unbelievably catchy Into The Sun, which has already been adopted by children at an Elland Primary School who've readily embraced its positive message.
And hey, I've still not singled out the disc's standout song (amongst many pearls): Peter Brook's Paintings - Roger's touching personal tribute to this Pennine landscape painter, a fellow Brighouse resident and personal friend of Roger's who passed away last November aged 81; sheer magic, deeply inspired and supremely affectionate. Other notable songs here include Joe Dawson, a thoughtful folk-ballad-style creation, and the tender vignette Sunbridge Road. For commendably, Roger's songs encompass a healthy palette of emotional responses, and the many sidelong glimpses of gentle humour are complemented by the more painfully earthy Ballad Of Knockin' Nelly (ouch!). The only song on this 11-tracker which I thought a touch superfluous was Beer Belly Blues part 2, a further tongue-twisting litany of local pub names that literally carries on where part 1 left off (having outstayed its welcome at that point - it's one of those "fine if you hear it a couple of times live, but" - pieces IMHO).
But taken as a whole, The Busker sees Roger effortlessly consolidating his deserved reputation as one of the county's top songwriters - and if there's any justice it won't be long before he gets recognised as a national treasure too!
www.myspace.com/rogerdaviesmusic
David Kidman February 2010
Brighouse's answer to Martyn Joseph (their voices even sound similar), this is Snow Patrol mate Davies's debut album after paying his dues as an art student in Dundee and Chicago, playing student union bars. In 2004 he headed off to the Brighton Institute of Modern Music where he came to the notice of former Sleeper guitarist Jon Stewart and Chris Difford. Not that either of them have anything to do with the album which is simply Davies on guitar, percussion and harmonica with Simon Shaw playing bass and synth. There's no producer credit, but then maybe that's because it sounds like all they did was set up a microphone and run the tape.
Thankfully his voice and songs make up for any deficiencies elsewhere. The songs run a familiar gamut of everyman themes - growing up, leaving home with a bagful of dreams, going back chastened, making a living, the blessings of a good woman who gets you through the bad times, and how he's always going to be true - but he invests these with a simple organic honesty that keeps them from becoming cliches. Given his origins, it is though surprising to find so little social comment.
Musically we're talking acoustic folk with occasional hints of blues and while there's nothing here that's going to find him elevated into next big contemporary singer-songwriter thing the likes of James Dean, Hangin' Around, Littletown and All This Time should ensure a healthy following around the clubs. And, stay until the end and a live hidden track, Cold Black Heart, will convince you he's worth the travelling.
Mike Davies
In name if nothing else, Gareth may sound thoroughly Welsh, but he actually hails from another Bangor (the one in Northern Ireland), and is currently based in Northumberland. None of which gives any clue to his music: he's best described as a lyrical troubadour-balladeer singer-songwriter writing thoughtful and beautifully melodic songs in the tradition of Ralph McTell, Donovan, Cat Stevens and maybe early Dylan. In fact, on the evidence of Water And Light, his third release, Gareth is rapidly turning out to be something very special in the singer-songwriter stakes. I'll admit that goes against my initial expectations, for I honestly didn't quite connect with his debut EP Faith, Folk And Fair Trade. The followup, Only For A Short While (2006), gave me more to think about although it suffered lyrically from some over-obvious turns of phrase and there were times when Gareth's overtly Christian stance felt just a little uncomfortably "worthy". Two years on, though, and Water Of Light banishes my previous reservations at a stroke, for it's a really fine collection of eleven brand-new, heartfelt, impressively well-written songs that retain Gareth's trademark key social awareness, compassion and protest-cred and yet hit the mark so much more effectively by keeping the sentiments and their expression simple and keeping off the religious soapbox.
Gareth's genuine concern for humanity is keenly expressed through literate, intelligent language, crafted lyrics that delicately and wistfully make their point without ramming it down your throat. His music is arresting, but in that it straightaway draws, and then holds, your attention in a totally enchanting, life-affirmingly positive way: you feel that he (and we) can actually make a difference still. Gareth's musical language resides squarely within the folk-acoustic mainstream, yet without being derivative; he clearly is inspired by, and has a knowledge of and a feel for, contemporary folk songwriting tradition. There's not a remotely weak song on the CD: Shoreline Of Ghosts, a captivating lament for the North-East's declining industries, has all the melodic facility of Allan Taylor; Borderland and Scottish Lights are a pair of anthemic paeans to Scotland that rival Dougie MacLean; First Light and Butterfly both bring us further insight into Gareth's acute political conscience; Breathe is one of those classy Radio-2-friendly songs that fairly reaches out for the charts; whereas the disc's undisputed standout, Gareth's re-telling of the epic tale of the Princess Victoria, has all the empathy, sense of history and expressive potency of the very best of Steve Knightley. It might be thought curious that amongst all these gems, Gareth bravely interposes his own take on the hoary old Black Velvet Band – yet thereby he provides the most persuasive case for the song's rehabilitation that I've heard in many a year.
Instrumentally, throughout the disc Gareth's own acoustic guitar work is intensely attractive: deft and intricate when necessary but without needing to be showy (and there's a bonus, purely instrumental track, Path To Windy Gyle, which ripples away seductively and evocatively in the tradition of early Michael Chapman). Gareth employs a select crew of supporting musicians, who are given just enough head to enhance his creations accessibly and undistractingly: there's some gorgeous backing vocals from Yvonne Lyon and Esther O'Connor (and Jez Lowe on a further track), while Graeme and Jamie Duffin, Shona Mooney, David Lyon, Calum Stewart and (Karine Polwart's bassist) Kevin McGuire all contribute with distinction to the musical palette. The CD's presentation is exemplary too, with the accompanying booklet containing full lyrics and credits, clearly set out. And finally: the album is just over a minute short of an hour in playing-time, with nearly every individual song clocking in at around four minutes or so, yet time absolutely flies while it's playing and really never feels a moment too long. This is Quality with a capital Q, and very highly recommended indeed.
www.myspace.com/garethdaviesjones
David Kidman April 2009
Recorded live in the studio over 2 days, without any overdubs and mainly taking only one take, Ain't Gotta Dime is Boo Boo Davis' 6th album for Dutch label, Black & Tan.
Silvermine is a grizzly, grungy, throbbing opener. There is no level of pace injected into Ten Thousand Dollar either but the quality is already shining through. Watch Yourself is a mid-paced R&B with a fuzzed vocal and a certain earthy feel. The quality continues with My Baby Got Me Fixed and The Man Who Be Around evokes feelings of the past and confirms Boo Boo as a true blues man. The eponymous title track is deep, down in your soul music and Boo Boo Blues is a romping, stomping boogie. Boo Boo certainly knows how to have a rollicking good time.
Cake Lady is a Delta blues with a drumbeat and this will touch your hidden depths. The repetition on Don't Wait Too Late will hypnotize you but you will be brought crashing back to earth by the superb blowing harp and fuzzed vocal of Standing At The Fishbank. Let Me Ride With You is a hi-energy, swinging blues and he goes all Bo Diddley on Got My Loving, Now You're Gone. Cryin' Blues is slow and wailing, well what would you expect? He finishes it off with the fast paced R&B of the quaintly titled There's A Roach Crawlin'. Boo Boo Davis has an air of authenticity that some of his peers lack.
David Blue February 2010
Boo Boo Davis is a true Delta bluesman and one of the last of his generation. A poor childhood meant he couldn't learn to read or write not that has not kept him down.
His latest album for Dutch based Black & Tan opens with Dirty Dog which is, as you would expect from the title, a grungy blues. The pounding beat from drummer John Gerritse is a sign of things to come. I'm Coming Home is even more grungy than the opener. It's done in a John Lee Hooker style with a fuzzed vocal and added harp from Davis. This highlights how powerful Boo Boo is as a singer. There is some good advice on Stay Away From The Casino and he starts to funk things up a little with some pace also injected. However, the repetition made me take a little time to warm to it. Want Nobody Tell Me How To Live My Life is a more straightforward harmonica and guitar blues and Boo Boo finds a groove on Tryin To Get Ahead. The Chicago blues of the eponymous title track has a prominent harmonica and a beefy vocal.
Who Stole The Booty is a contemporary blues with overcharged guitar and harp. Believe me, this riff will work its way right into your brain. Why You Wanna Do It is more of a soft rock song and although slightly out of kilter with the rest of the album, it does have a very good vocal. Lonely All By Myself is a slow Chicago blues and more than meets the standard with its deep pulsating bass line, even though he doesn't use a bass player! It's A Shame is an upbeat blues with harp to the fore. I just love the energy! Throbbing drums herald I'm So Tired and when the world weary guitar and spoken intro join in then we have a song on our hands. It's conducted at walking pace throughout and Davis produces one of his best vocals. Hot Foot is a funky grinder and he closes with St Louis Woman, loosely played in the St Louis style. He seems to like the fuzz effect on his vocal and he could be accused of using it too much. Nevertheless, this is a great finish to a top class album.
David Blue September 2008
Each successive album by this consummate bluesman brings another sizzlin', cookin' selection of tracks; this new one intersperses eleven of Guy's original compositions with a smaller-than-usual sprinkling of acknowledged blues standards. There's only three of the latter this time round, but they're pretty noteworthy, especially the lazy simmerin' eight-minute workout Guy gives Goin' Down Slow (which he believes "just about the finest blues song ever written" - and in a performance like this you'll believe it too!). Po' Boy is given a fresh (if gritty!) lick of paint just when you thought you'd heard the last word on it, and Tommy Johnson's Maggie Campbell Blues gets a welcome revival in a drivin' Charlie Patton style. Like all of Guy's previous offerings, Skunkmello has the feel of a classic album from the first playthrough - it flows naturally, and it also compels, holds your attention all the way through, even down to the most disposable (bonus) cut, a kinda reprise of the opening rapping cut on 2004's Legacy (Uncle Tom Is Dead), here termed a "milk'n'cookies" remix even tho' the "offending" words haven't been altered! Guy's new compositions here retain that timeless feel that characterises all his work, and seem effortlessly constructed. And deliciously sung - hey, you can just taste that "chocolate man"!... The indigenous idioms Guy so easily embraces, assimilates and incorporates on his travels are once again as wide-ranging as the blues itself, taking in the good-time jugband of Natural Born Eas' Man, oldtimey clawhammer banjo on Shaky Pudding and Blackberry Ramble, and even some wild arm-flapping chicken-dance back-country (for it's a famous chicken thief that gives the album its title!). Guy's masterly backing crew for Skunkmello is a somewhat larger unit than last time round, and comprises Walt Michael, Mark Naftalin, Nerak Roth Patterson, John Platania, Mark Murphy and Gary Burke alongside familiar face T-Bone Wolk ("his breath smells like music"!), together producing a gutsy acoustic band sound with a supreme lightness of touch and texture that provides the perfect foil for Guy's dark soulful tones. By the way, Guy's got an all-too-brief UK tourette coming up, so check out his website for dates.
David Kidman, June 2006
Guy Davis - Legacy (Red House)
I think Legacy is Guy's seventh Red House release now (OK, so Stomp Down Rider was just a kinda repackage of his self-released live set, but who's countin'?) – and inexplicably I missed out on Chocolate To The Bone last year…. Anyway, I digress – here on Legacy Guy continues his lifelong journey through the blues in his own inimitable fashion, presenting a tasty mix of originals and standards that simultaneously explore right back to his acoustic blues roots and cast an ironic eye over current trends in music. Guy chooses to kick off the CD with a fun example of the latter, in fact– Uncle Tom Is Dead takes the form of a wicked little rap exchange between Guy and his teenage son Martial. And on the blues standards, yet again Guy has the knack of turning in what must be among the best of the recorded versions of many of these – and over a broad canvas of styles too, with economic yet telling backing from a very select crew (of mostly just two – Mark Murphy and T-Bone Wolk) to complement Guy's own guitar, mandolin, banjo and harmonica. There's soulfulness, spiritual commitment, feeling aplenty in the gentle stompin' of Guy's reinterpretations of these classic blues songs, and he's entirely at home with the various idioms of the blues stretching from deep southern country to gospel and worksong. At home and therefore comfortable yes, and fairly laid-back, sure, lazy in just the right way – i.e., nothing in the slightest soporific or couldn't-care-less about Guy's committed performances. The gritty drive of Drop Down Mama, the understated energy of Hikin' Jerry, the primitive backwoods charm of Henry Thomas's Run Molly Run, the lonesome stretch-out over Nehemiah James's Cypress Grove, the ever-so-slightly Tex-Mex lope of See See Rider – all these are superlative interpretations, on which a small handful of Guy's own compositions like the delicious, seriously soulful I Just Can't Help Loving You set a powerful seal and round out the album to provide an unparalleled portrait of the compleat bluesman-storyteller that is Guy. This is the real deal, sure 'nuff.
David Kidman
Jeff's one of the most charismatic and widely-regarded of American oldtime-folk revival performers, possessing that maddeningly enviable trait of being master of several different instruments (on this disc we hear just banjo, fiddle, mandocello and guitar) as well being a darned fine singer, a man of wholly unpretentious and completely natural musicianship who all the while makes everything he does seem totally effortless. (Bit like Bruce Molsky in that respect!...) Jeff's pedigree is long and distinguished: he worked in a duo partnership with Jeff Warner for many years, while more recently he contributed two excellent tracks to Martyn Wyndham-Read's Songlinks 2 project back in 2005. And yet this solo CD has been a long time a-comin' - tho' it sure is worth the wait! It's a healthy mix of songs and tunes taken from the tradition, originating from all over the States and notably including examples from the Frank Warner collection; and yet Jeff readily admits he's no purist, and goes about adapting his material with considerable ingenuity and a thoroughly infectious excitement. Basically, the tradition's in his blood, as is the rare ability to communicate its music with a keen sense of discovery, that eagerness to share a new song or tune with his listeners. Although it was Frank Warner whose singing of Tom Dooley "in the old style of the old singers" formed Jeff's original "Damascus" experience and Frank has subsequently proved an all-pervasive influence on Jeff's own music-making, everything Jeff does seems also to be infused with an evangelical zeal, much in the spirit of Alan Lomax and his collecting activity you might say. (Jeff's intriguing performance of Beulah Land on this CD is a kind of homage to Lomax, even attempting to loosely re-create a noted Lomax recording from his Southern Journey, which was itself an intended re-creation of the sound of a slave-era African-American band...) This enthusiasm extends from Jeff's own performing style (both timeless and evocative in the very truest manner) into his way of penning liner notes (those for this particular CD are, significantly, brilliantly well-researched, erudite and copious almost to the point of telling us way more than we might wish to know - tho' hey, I've not got a problem with that!); it's no exaggeration to say that Jeff's understanding and knowledge of this repertoire is second to none. His own instrumental versatility (along with an entirely apposite, and selective, choice of just four guest musicians, principally the redoubtable Brian Peters) enables him to ring the changes with a different complement and sound on virtually every track, and there's no shortage of marvellous attention to detail within the sparse but telling arrangements he employs. The material itself cuts across all borders and ranges unashamedly right across the tradition, from straight folk tales (The Bold Privateer) and epic historical ballads (Cumberland And The Merrimac), to quirky obscurities like Felix The Soldier and cowboy songs, via a powerful piece of reportage (Libby Prison, one of two songs here that Jeff sings unaccompanied); there's also a couple of instrumental tracks providing good ol' down-home fun with great technique but no need of being showy. Even the most ostensibly well-worn of the songs (like Wild Bill Jones and Shortening Bread) emerge from the Jeff Davis stable fresh as new paint (as indeed does Old Paint here!). Adieu My Lovely Nancy is a particular success, taking as its primary source the Bertha Lauderdale version rather than the more usual Copper Family one and benefiting from the unusual combination of mandocello and anglo-concertina for accompaniment. In Jeff's talented hands, the music of his (our) heritage is so vividly brought to life: the land of deep tradition is some fabulous yonder, indeed, and a grand place to visit.
David Kidman January 2008
Glasgow-based "songwriters' songwriter" Ian is a veteran performer in, and organiser of, countless Lowland folk clubs, and winner of as many songwriting competitions! And he doesn't believe in doing things by halves - for here's a three-disc set containing no fewer than 52 of his own compositions, ostensibly a sequel to the two-disc Volume 1 (which appeared in 2001 and contained 30 songs covering the period from 1992 to 2000). Getting the gripe out of the way first, the set comes with virtually no documentation beyond a straight track-listing on the rear box and a list of personnel credits inserted into the box itself, so we know nothing of the provenance or background to any of the songs, which is a missed opportunity. And neither does Ian's website provide any information beyond the actual lyrics - shame. Now given the sheer prolific nature of this man, I can't claim, and therefore wouldn't even try to pretend, that every one of Ian's songs is magic - some leave me a bit cold, and others don't quite seem to hit the mark, but each and every one is well-crafted, that's for sure, and the ratio of hits to misses is more than healthy. There are one or two that put me in mind of Eric Bogle, others perhaps of Robin Laing or Allan Taylor, others of Matt McGinn or the less scurrilous side of Billy Connolly; but they're all imbued with the hallmarks of Ian's own personality - a generous spirit, a gentle humanity, an abundantly genial (sometimes quite dry) sense of humour, with on some songs an evocative wistfulness, others a sense of local pride and a strong flavour of the "Glesca' Patter". Musically speaking, Ian's songs are couched in a tasteful and listener-friendly idiom, taking in a variety of folky moods and styles and encompassing a wide range of subjects, while Ian's also unafraid of adopting existing traditional tunes occasionally (as on To Get To You, All My Mind, Left It Ringin' and She's The One) to good effect. Elsewhere, hints of the lighter side of traditional sit alongside rock-a-boogie, all communicated to the listener in an attractive and unashamedly accessible manner that wins you over in much the same way as Anthony John Clarke. Ian employs around ten musicians in various combinations to help bring his songs alive, and the textures are efficiently managed although a slight dated air of blandness sets in on the tracks where synthy keyboard work is involved. The songs on these three well-filled discs surely point to the fact that Ian's work is worth investigating. And when Ian comes up with a real gem you sure know it (Dark Streets, Magic, Absence, Clydebank Blitz are ones that readily spring to mind).
David Kidman
Steve and Helen have for many years been stalwart supporters of Ron's excellent club at the Sun in Stockton, and their sturdy, reliable performances of all kinds of songs have become an eagerly-awaited feature of any evening there. And though each is a really fine solo singer, their individual voices prove highly complementary. Typically, they're very modest, almost to the point of being reticent about any self-publicity - but as is often the case, those who shout least loudest actually have more to say and are more worth listening to! This CD is Steve & Helen's fourth release as a duo, and it's an enterprising maritime-themed collection which runs the gamut of familiar and unfamiliar, rousing and reflective - all given the sterling Dawes and Pitt treatment, with plenty of upfront presence and 150% commitment. A supreme strength and confidence abound, both in the solo work and the well-considered harmonies, and the duo's renditions of repertoire classics like Tom's Gone To Hilo, Banks Of Claudy, The Drowned Lovers and Boston Harbour could well be considered among the best available – Steve and Helen always seem to be able to find something distinctive and fresh in the otherwise well-trodden.
But another of their strengths has always been the unearthing of some excellent songs not otherwise widely sung, and then creating their own definitive renditions. At least six of the sixteen songs here come into that category, and I'll bet you'll not have encountered most of them before (I hadn't); pick of the bunch must be the incredibly evocative Road To Drumleman (one of those tracks where Helen's lovingly moulded phrasing is almost too beautiful!), Bob Conroy's Safe At Snug Harbor and the wry Graham Penny returning-sailor song Channels. I also welcome the prominence Steve and Helen give to some of those undersung but very talented songwriters and song adapters with which the north-east folk scene is well blessed: Joy Rennie's fine setting of Cicely Fox Smith's A Dog's Life being a case in point, as for that matter is Helen's own Frobisher's Dream, which inventively utilises (paraphrases) the tune and basic framework of Willow Day.
My own favourites, though, are Never Turn Back (named after the watchword of the men of the Caister lifeboat crew), and Bobby Tulloch's Hunted On The Hillside, a portrayal of the cruelty visited on communities in the past by the press-gangs; the latter track closes the disc and I'm convinced it has a built-in repeat-button command!... Two-thirds of the songs are performed with accompaniment: mostly Steve's guitar, with Helen's English concertina on several and occasional extra enhancement from whistle, harmonica or accordion. Well-judged and highly competent though their instrumental contributions are, I'll always rate Steve and Helen most for the strength and great character of their acappella work, of which this disc contains plenty of examples to rejoice in. If I must nitpick, well just occasionally there's a sense of mild over-deliberation in delivery (rather than pace) which may be due to a laudable desire to make each word and line count; this can result in a sense of slight stiltedness (Lester Simpson's Polly On The Shore suffers a little in this regard – it comes across better live), and there are one or two instances where Steve appears to rush at the start of a line, almost in a surfeit of enthusiasm (but who can blame him?!); also, maybe Steve's voice is a tad too close/forwardly mixed on a couple of songs where he takes the lead. But these are such incredibly minor points in the context of a disc which has so very much to recommend it. Anyone looking for an exceptionally well-planned and well-performed disc of interesting and rewarding maritime songs will certainly not be disappointed.
David Kidman 2007
I've commented before that Julian's one of the music world's best kept secrets, steadfastly ploughing his own furrow with a seemingly inexhaustible succession of high-quality releases. Deep Rain, the latest, was released in Germany late last year and now gains a UK release. It's another collection of punchy songs with keen hooks and sharply observed, witty lyrics that, while embodying many of the familiar Dawson characteristics, nevertheless has a slightly more funky-soulful feel generally, particularly on the title cut (one of the album's four Dan Penn co-writes), Keys To The Kingdom Of Love and Perfect World. There's even a pretty routine cover of the old Jimmy Ruffin hit, What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted, which is otherwise redeemed by Julian's powerful harmonica work. If I'm pressed, I'd admit I tend on balance to prefer Julian's more reflective side (Walking On The Dead), or the quirkier and catchier numbers like That's Why God Made Saturday Night (shades of Clive Gregson here I thought) and Barbed Wire Fence (co-written with his Plainsong companion Iain Matthews). Julian's crew of additional musicians includes Steve Allen, Daniel Tashian, Steve Ebe and Billy Livsey, while there's guest vocals from Barry & Holly Tashian and Vince & Barbara Santoro (among others). I could've done without the occasional sound effects (an intrusive gimmick on the otherwise appealing, ukulele-ridden Girl Friday for instance), but for the most part Julian has wisely avoided giving in to the indulgence of extraneous overdubs, letting the songs and fairly simple arrangements speak for themselves. Maybe in the final analysis Deep Rain isn't quite Julian's most compelling collection, but it's no disappointment and still worth having – and by the way, the album's bonus track Christmas Every Day is available for free download from Julian's website.
David Kidman January 2009
A guy singing women's songs, and wearing a kilt to boot! This ain't just any ordinary guy though, this is Julian Dawson, that unassumingly versatile interpreter of song. Having already recorded two "women's songs" on his 1997 album Move Over Darling (that famous Doris Day warhorse along with Aretha Franklin's All The King's Horses), Julian then had the brainwave that a whole album of women's songs might prove a fruitful pursuit, and Nothing Like A Dame is the end-product. And it proves to have been a really good idea, one of the most persuasive albums of covers I've heard for a while in fact. As well as containing two bonus tracks in the shape of new recordings of those aforementioned songs (recorded in New York last year, with guests Richard Thompson and The Roches, Dan Penn and Steuart Smith, no less), Julian, with just his guitar/s (or banjo on one occasion) for accompaniment, essays a wide cross-section (OK, so I was tempted to say "cross-dress") of "women's songs" here. Inevitably there's one or two that might qualify as torch-songs, sure (like Dusty Springfield's You Don't Have To Say You Love Me, which is done as a bluesy slouch, and the Penn/Oldham standard A Woman Left Lonely), which (perhaps perversely?) gain an entirely non-misplaced extra level of credibility through being sung by a man. Then at what one might term the novelty end of the market there's Nancy Sinatra's Sugartown and Reperata & The Delrons' Captain Of Your Ship); then again, I didn't expect Petula Clark's Don't Sleep In The Subway to work, but Julian manages to persuade me that the song has a life beyond the 60s nostalgia market... Yes, Julian's choices are unusual and often highly intriguing, it turns out, with songs you don't tend to hear a lot anyway, or at any rate sung by anyone at all other than the original artists or writers. The main exception is the variant of the traditional folksong Whitsun Dance, which Julian got from the singing of Shirley Collins but it's probably more familiar in the version by Tim Hart & Maddy Prior and it features in the repertoire of many other singers too; Julian sings this one really well, to a slightly Carthy-inspired accompaniment, and it leaves me wondering whether he might like to consider a whole album of traditional song (please)?... I also really liked Julian's deft take on Dolly Parton's A Gamble Either Way (not one of her better-known songs, but a good 'un!), his tender version of Joni Mitchell's The Gallery and his knowing interpretation of the Roches' classic The Married Men, while his acappella rendition of Bedtime Story (one of two Tammy Wynette numbers) is quite charming. Overall, this is a classy, thoughtful and in the end very satisfying set.
David Kidman June 2007
Julian Dawson with Gene Parsons - Hillbilly Zen (Fledg'ling)
For his fifteenth album, London born Dawson, sometime member of Plainsong and UK roots circuit fixture, hooked up with the former Byrd having renewed their acquaintance at a folk music conference. Suggesting Parsons might care to bring his one-man ochestra talents to bear on a shared album, the pair holed up in California, Dawson with his guitar, Parsons with banjo, pedal steel, mandolin, drums, bass, Stringbender, spoons and much more, including wife Meridian Green's harmony vocals.
All the songs are Dawson's, either partly or wholly (Freedom Of The Highway resurfacing after being lost on the third Germany only Plainsong album) and range from guitar picking rag blues (Don't Just Do Something [Sit Here Son]) and banjo bluegrass (Banjo Song, what else, four of them) to soul (To Hold You Again), country (A Man Never Wanted A Woman So Much), and rockabilly (Hillbillies on Pills) rounding off with the lazy hula swing of What Kind of Change. Not life changing stuff maybe, but the fun they had making it certainly spills out to brighten the day while you listen.
Mike Davies
Kimya Dawson - I'm Sorry That Sometimes I'm Mean (Rough Trade)
Taking its cue from the no fi acoustic style and deadpan lyrics of Jonathan Richman, the acoustic anti-folk movement has become something of a New York underground cult, spawning a loose collective of artists who regularly share a tour bus or a coffee bar. Most high profile pioneers of the scene have been The Moldy Peaches, and co-founder Dawson fetches up here with the countrified flavours of the first of three planned solo albums, recorded rough and ready in her bedroom on a four track, packed with simple songs and straightforward sentiments. Basic guitar strums and her whispery voice lay the emotions bare on a collection of childlike songs of (mostly) childhood that talk of loneliness (Everything's Alright), misfits (Rocks With Holes), pre-pubescent gawkyness (Eleventeen), bedtime sleepy heads (Sleep), times and experiences past (Reminders of Then) and, on the fragile splinters of Hold My Hand, child abuse. And if there isn't such a thing as nursery rhyme gothic, then the wonderful Wandering Daughter has surely invented it.
www.antifolk.homestead.com/KimyaDawson
Mike Davies
Anyone who has even the most fleeting affection for their wonderful harmonies, will find it impossible to listen to Steve Dawson's solo album Sweet Is The Anchor without thinking of the wonderful Dolly Varden.
That thought lasts for all of 10 seconds of the opening track, suitably called Temporary, after that Steve Dawson takes full ownership of the album and never lets go.
Even when his Dolly Varden partner Diane Christiansen guests on Ten Thousand Pounds and the title track, there is not the slightest suspicion that Dawson feels the need of group comfort. In fact none of the songs on Sweet Is The Anchor could be improved upon by being given the band makeover.But it is trademark Steve Dawson, he is the consummate soft rocker. Dawson is well respected both as a writer and singer and he has a solid CV behind him but Sweet Is The Anchor is surprisingly revealing.
Reignite for one reveals him to be a master songbuilder as well, it builds layer upon layer and as it grows and stretches in the middle of it all is the hugely impressive Dawson, testing his talents to their limit.
While Steve Dawson either as a wrier, singer or stager performer will never be a screamer or shouter, Sweet Is The Anchor is proof positive that he is one of Americana's most intelligent, incisive and just plain best musicians, with or without a band.
Michael Mee, January 2006
Stephen Dawson - Demos For Dolly (Self-produced)
CDs bearing the words, rarities, demos and unreleased, should also have the title 'abandon hope all ye who enter here' attached. After all I drive a car but I don't want to see it being made, or drive the one that was rejected. It's the finished product I want.
And that's what you get here, only it's a different finished product. The 15 songs on 'Demos For Dolly' are fully formed and stand on their own merits. For anyone who doesn't know, Stephen Dawson is one half of the Dawson/Christiansen axis around which Chicago's Dolly Varden revolves. He is also the band's songwriter and these are his songs.
What helps immeasurably with 'Demos For Dolly' are the comprehensive sleeve notes, each track has a potted history, charting it's birth and development, all that appears to be missing is who it's first date is going to be. There is no better example of their contribution than the opening track Times Beach Theme. Originally written for a 1994 documentary about a town sufering the effects of dioxin spraying, in thatcontext it's haunting and evocative. However when you learn that the filmmaker subsequently died of cancer, believed to have been caused by filming in the town, it takes on a whole new and bottomless meaning.
Originally a shows-only release, this is undoubtedly aimed at fans and the part of the fun is just how different some established Dolly Varden songs are when left to the tender mercies of their creator, (step forward Dr Dawsonstein). But I have to admit that my first impression of some of them was that something's missing without Diane Christiansen.
But, after that initial shock, Forgiven Now and The Dumbest Magnets take on a whole new perspective. Even the most 'Dolly Varden' of all songs, The Thing You Love Is Killing You is a new song. Wonderfully sparse and bare, the meaning of the song is clear. What i'd always thoughtof as a woman's song will never be quite the same again.
Dawson shows a vulnerability and depth of feeling which isn't always apparent when he's with the band. Here he's not the rock on which all else is built, he's on his own emotionally as well as literally.
There is a real suprise in store for those familiar with Dolly Varden with the hitherto unreleased No Money, No Level Ground. Dawson will never be a mean rock 'n' roller but this is a song with dirt under its fingernails and a burning passion in its heart. It also shows another level of Dawson the songwriter, we know he can write a love song now he's revealed a social awareness.
Alongside those 'better known' numbers, sit some 'unknowns' (that's what you call them when they are this good). plus a couple of songs that were originally played by Dawson's previous band Stump The Host.All in all it's a comprehensive examination of Dawson's talent.
The only flaw on 'Demos for Dolly' is that title, these aren't recordings that point the way to better things, they are the portfolio of a great writer. Wisely Stephen Dawson has made 'Demos For Dolly' available through the band's website.
Michael Mee
I wouldn't have thought it possible for Stephen Dawson and Diane Christiansen - in essence Dolly Varden - to strip their songs back any further and yet still extract more. On Duets they have acheived the musical equivalent of a capitalist's dream, more from less. As a band, Dolly Varden was hardly in the Meatloaf league of theatrics, everything they did, either live or on CD had a purpose. However Duets comes across as one of those treasured demos that should never ever be tampered with. It is a much bleaker album than expected, Doghouse Window is positively dark and brooding. But it establishes this as a Dawson/Christiansen project in more than just name. A fact cemented by The Second Round and One Thousand Brilliant Prizes, the intimate performances go beyond the professional. They are shared moments between husband and wife, mere singing partners ain't that close.The best example of a track given anew identity is The Thing You Love Is Killing You, neither particularly worse or better than when it appears on Dumbest Magnets. Slower and isolated it moves from a country love song to a desperate, desolate cry between two people.The simplicity of the album will probably appeal to those who already know the pair's work. But if you prefer no frills, plenty of feelings then Duets is as good an introduction to Stephen Dawson/Diane Christiansen and Dolly Varden as you are going to get.
Michael Mee
Steve, the principal behind the Canadian indie label Black Hen, is also a noted guitarist and a more than capable songwriter. Steve's last album Welcome To The Gold Coast (2005) was a well-received set that pitted his characteristic fingerpicking against a sophisticated and soft electric backdrop, and Waiting For The Lights To Come Up continues that trend with another attractive and well-balanced collection that's easy on the ear yet not lacking in textural substance and interest. Just over half of the album consists of Steve's own songs, which are informed by an easy familiarity with all manner of roots musics and a chameleon-like ability to blend and switch between the styles and conventions of these musics. At times you might feel that this versatility is a double-edged sword, in that it's almost too smoothly controlled and executed, with the suspicion that he may be going through the motions to prove a point (and not quite succeeding), but at his best - as on Room To Room, At Arm's Length and Dry As Our Luck, say - there's an appealing edginess that offsets the smooth accomplishments of his musicianship.
As a songwriter, maybe Steve's voice is less distinctive than workmanlike, but he doesn't really put a foot wrong and his songs sit well enough alongside the covers: these include Dylan's Walking Down The Line, the Mississippi Sheiks' Somebody's Got To Help You and two slightly skewed takes on vintage Hawaiian music which work just fine. There's no doubting Steve's dexterity and flair for creative multi-instrumental intricacy in colouring, and this provides the main interest really, while it's a paradox that the instrumental tracks probably stand up the best in terms of memorability - a bit like superior movie music, Penguin Café meets Ry Cooder maybe - rather than the songs. Still, I find there's much to enjoy in successive playthroughs, and I suspect the album may prove something of a sleeper.
David Kidman May 2008
Jesse Dayton - Country Soul Brother (Stag Records)
It's always a pleasure to come across an artist who just sees thing a little differently from everyone else.
It's not that Jesse Dayton makes any radical departures from his country roots. He's just looked in different corners to find inspiration. Although the 'soul' reference can only refer to the 'inner man' because there's little to suggest Detroit, Philadelphia or for that matter any other place noted for its soul music.
You can see the attraction for a major label of songs like Daily Ritual, good looking, young guy sings heartfelt ballad. Women swoon and everyone's laughing all the way to the bank. The only fly in that particular ointment is Dayton himself.
He makes the kind of edgy country music that made the late Warren Zevon great. Ain't Grace Amazing would fit neatly into Zevon's off-kilter legacy, while Jesus Pick Me Up is twisted just enough, jazz violin blending with a little southern revivalism to produce something that is recognizably country but different enough to grab the attention and good enough to hold on to it. It isn't difficult, listening to Country Soul Brother, to understand why musicians from Waylon Jennings to the Supersuckers have availed themselves of Dayton's services. And if Johnny Cash calls you 'different', then you know you've got something special about you. Who am I to argue with Johnny Cash?
Michael Mee, Editor, The Hawick News
Dead Air is just Rainy Orteca: pure and simple. Rainy Orteca, as not everybody knows, is an integral part of the Joan As A Police Woman outfit, bassist and "second-fiddle" for frontlady Joan Wasser; yet this New York-based self-taught guitarist has also worked with Antony & The Johnsons, Lou Reed and Lloyd Cole. Now she chances her arm by bringing out a defiantly state-of-the-art DIY entirely-solo record under the mysterious guise of Dead Air. It's quite a bit different from what the above CV might lead you to expect, being instead a collection of sonorous and heavily atmospheric electronica, Rainy's pop and singer-songwriter sensibilities merging in a sometimes retro-futurist and somewhat other-worldly soundscape. Dead Air music makes much play of the contrast between Rainy's breathy, sweet-toned voice and the quite ominous industrial-beats, claps and snaps of the synthesised textures rumbling along behind her. The imagery is dreamlike and intense and yet the stream of consciousness doesn't always follow through (full lyrics should be available on the website, apparently, but I couldn't find them!), while the production (by Josh Hager) is artful and upfront. The six songs here are mini-epics, economic with the truth of sheer sound, from the crafted quasi-lullaby of Tin Drum with its echoes of trip-hop, through to the more ecstatic uptempo Sprechstimme delivery of Electronic Heart. It all adds up to an enigmatic, delicately crafted, warmly textured yet coolly abstract record, tantalising in its brevity and whose entrancing delights are over all too soon.
David Kidman October 2008
Now I done heard everything!… The Deadly Gentlemen are (is?) a rap band. But it ain't rap like you ever heard before. It's more a heavy, edgy stream-of-consciousness groove, deep-rooted in the acoustic tradition and done to a straight bluegrass backing - banjo, mandolin, fiddle and double bass.
Folks will likely consider The Bastard Masterpiece the illegitimate child of an unholy liaison of bluegrass and rap, then. Actually, it's the brainchild of Greg Liszt (Crooked Still, Springsteen's Seeger Sessions etc), who's gathered around him three 18-year-old bluegrass prodigies (Josh Pinkham, Mike Barnett and Sam Grisman, David's son -all three with work experience to die for already!) to help him realise his often frenetic, skewed but intensely compelling lyrical vision of the modern world.
Greg's delivery is less urban rap than wild-west wild-man, declamatory, in its fervour often rising to a shout or bawl but always brilliantly in control. Some tracks (like Hobo Rockstar) are more semi-spoken, almost beat-scat in nature, with the beats' sense of freewheeling abandon; other tracks are more overtly dramatic, histrionic even (I'm Coming Back threatens to derail several times but stays on track somehow).
The most successful outings are those which harshly poeticise their violent western badland setting, like The Demon Ether and the epic When I Was A Cowboy. It's great too that full texts are printed in the booklet, for such is the nature of the delivery that you'll want to halt the rapid-fire attack occasionally and pause for breath. It's an interesting experiment -tho' it's not easy to foresee how it might develop further down the road on a second CD without merging into its own clichés.
www.myspace.com/deadlygentlemen
David Kidman September 2008
A Texas duo comprising the nasal twang voiced Steve Collins and organist and co-vocalist Sherilyn Collins, while the press blurb offers the album up as a sonic and thematic descendent of U2's Joshua Tree, it's harder to avoid making the Gram/Emmylou comparisons the moment you hear When The Music's Not Forgotten while you'll also detect the strong influence of both Dylan and the Band here too.
Laced with keening pedal steel, the album dwells on a theme of eternity and the determination to live in the face of the awareness of mortality, focusing on what matters rather than the distractions. The result's an often bluesy affair, such as the twilight burnished intimacy of Won't Be Long, a beat jazz lounged Werewolves and the scouring Crazy Horse workout of Sad Ole' Geronimo but it's probably the more desert hued slow swaying colours that paint The Monsters of Goya, the wearied Brother and the fuzzed slow burn country gospel Love Will Guide You Home that's going to send the shivers playing down the spine.
Mike Davies
Dead Rock West - the name conjures up something west-coast and something vaguely country maybe, and that's not far from what you get: power-pop jangle with dashes of garage and country, singing songs that have a timeless-sounding appeal to the emotions and dealing with the familiar and age-worn themes of love, loss, disillusionment and self-discovery. And when DRW rock , well they really rock. Based around the talents of founder members/joint vocalists Cindy Wasserman and guitarist Frank Lee Drennen, Dead Rock West make a strong initial impact then continue to convince all throughout this 42-minute twelve-tracker with their gritty, punchy brand of soul-searching. Contrasting the defiant rocky punk of Telephone with the warm desert wind of All I Know and the solid-state barroom country of Boredom (How Did I Get Here), the Quicksilverish Burning House Of Love, the strutting Turtles-soundalike I Really Wanted You and the sweet brooding of Going Home, there's plenty of contrast here with each successive corner you turn on your eventful journey through the disc. These are tightly crafted, economical songs with clanging guitar riffs and polished vocal harmonies, delivered by Frank and Cindy with the help of keyboard wiz Phil Parlapiano (that can't be his real moniker!), bassist David J. Carpenter and drummer Bryan Head, along with a pedal steel player (Greg Leisz) and the Section (string) Quartet; the recording is clean, natural and uncluttered, "in tribute to older recording methods". Sounds like it just can't go wrong - and that's sure the impression you get, and I ended up liking this one a hell of a lot.
David Kidman April 2007
You can't really mistake the influences that have shaped the Detroit based outfit's latest album. Fuelled by many boozy nights in London's Heavy Load club where the current line-up coalesced, this is positively awash with the vintage sound of the Faces and Stones.
Named for the club, Meet Me Down At Heavy Load is so pure Poolhall Richard you need to check that's not Ian McLagan on keyboards while If You Want Me To could be either an outtake from Exile On Mainstreet or an early draft of You Can't Always Get What You Want To and Tennessee Sure Enough a blind date with Honky Tonk Women. And, just to add some extra reference points, stepping into the vocal spotlight on several cuts Masha Marjeh channels Nutbush Tina Turner with a vengeance on Ain't No Hidin' Love and, before it morphs into Wild Horses halfway, Queen of the Scene.
And so it pretty much goes for the remaining tracks, with the title cut, You Look Like The Devil and The Light Shines Within visiting Gram and Emmylou honky tonk territory to satisfy the redneck element of the party clinking the beer bottles. Not remotely original perhaps, but, volume cranked up loud and everyone doing the Jagger strut round the dancefloor, this is the dictionary definition of a rock n roll good time.
www.deadstringbrothers.com
www.myspace.com/deadstringbrothers
Mike Davies February 2008
Deadstring Brothers - Starving Winter Report (Evangeline)
Had plans not gone awry with a fatal overdose, country rock pioneer Gram Parsons might well have joined the Rolling Stones back in the early 70s. Anyone wondering what combination might have sounded like should make an appointment with these Detroit boys. Following up 2003's outstanding eponymous debut, they return an album feet firmly planted on Exile On Main Street's cobble stones and singer Kurt Marschke wearing a Jagger drawl. Heck, they even have a song called All Over Now.
From the opening Stonesys country rolling strutter Sacred Heart through to thumping Motown beat meets blues country closer Lonely Days, there's not a duff moment in evidence. Given the influence of The Band to be heard on Lights Go Out and the gutsy Til The Bleeding Stops it's no surprise they turn in such a cracking cover of their rootsy swaggering Get Up Jake while Talking' Born Blues nods the hat to The Band's old boss circa Highway 61 Revisited.
Fiddles akimbo, Moonlight Only Knows is more straight ahead mountain music country, picking up the earlier Wild Horses soulful ballad notes of Lights Go Out and giving them a bluegrass colouring with the assured unbridled confidence of a band that knows exactly where they've come from and where they're going. They may not be carving out any new highways, but the old roads they travel have rarely been in such good repair.
Mike Davies
Before you hear a note of the music produced by this premier Scottish folk band, you'll love the name! But their music's no letdown, being enticing in a way that the predictable, staid image that Scottish music still has among those not in the know (ie, nowt but plaid and tartan frippery) ain't. Believe it or not, Deaf Shepherd are already on their third album release; Even In The Rain is more than just a creditable follow-up to the brilliant successes of Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire and Synergy, both recorded for the Greentrax label. The band's distinctive sound is down to its blending of what are by any standards some pretty exceptional musical talents. The lineup sports two fiddlers - Clare McLaughlin and Marianne Campbell - and a pipes/whistle player par excellence (Rory Campbell), while the rhythmic bedrock is expertly provided by the guitars of John Morran and bouzouki of Malcolm Stitt, now further enhanced by the bodhrán and other percussion of more recent recruit Mark Maguire. This combination produces some very exciting purely instrumental tracks (just over half of the total), and the playing never disappoints on the vocal selections either. There's a winning enthusiasm, an enviable sprightliness and radiant confidence about the way the band approach and perform their material, whether it's traditional or self-composed in the idiom, and their arrangements combine a masterful tightness with a relaxed sense of momentum. Subtlety is present in the tune-sets as well as in the vocal tracks. The latter mostly feature the singing of John Morran, whose voice has a plaintive yet refreshingly unmannered quality that I started by finding rather an acquired taste but ended up being completely won over. The album's final track, Lost For Words At Sea, has a surprise in store - a vocal contribution from Sam Brown (yes, the selfsame lass who's sung with Jools Holland's Big Band), which proves not the slightest at odds with the simpler folk style of the accompaniment. This exciting album is enhanced by the inclusion on the CDROM of video clips (including a sparkling live tune-set which highlights Mark's prowess on the rhythm beasties!) and other additional information.
David Kidman
A new album from Dean Wareham, former luminary of fuzz psychedelia outfits Galaxie 500 and Luna, is always an enticing propisition, all the more so since his pairing with fellow erstwhile Luna partner Britta Phillips as a duo. You'll still hear references to their Velvet inspirations on something like Words You Used To Say where Wareham's vocals evoke a mellower Lou Reed, but it's their cover of You Turned My Head Around that perhaps posits their ambitions for the album as a Lee Hazlewood and, sometimes Nancy, sometimes Ann-Margret, for the 21st century. Wareham's voice is considerably more hushed and smoother than Hazlewood's gravel tones, but you can hear the influence seeping through numbers like the lazily languid afternoon relaxing waltzer The Sun Is Still Sunny (expanded from their score to the Squid and the Whale), the lysergic pulsing Singer Sing and his solo voiced soft-acid version of Donovan's Teen Angel which, unless I'm mistaken, also slips in a musical refrain from Angel of the Morning That's just one of the sprinkling of 60s songs here, the other two being Britta's dreamy cover of Jacky hit White Horses and, again underlining Reg Presley's rock credibility, a breathy cosmic float through the Troggs' Our Love Will Still Be There.
Elsewhere the wooziness is supplied by the couple's own material, at its best on the minimal night under open stars sway of Phillips spotlight Wait For Me (first heard on the soundtrack of Clean) and the shimmeringly lovely Crystal Blue R.I.P. which sounds like a happy union between Brian Wilson and Tommy James. It's unlikely to advance them beyond their current cult status, but as a soundtrack to a chemically enhanced sprawl on the sun lounger they don't come much better.
www.deanandbritta.com
www.myspace.com/deanandbritta
Mike Davies April 2007
Six years ago, Barbara Marsh and Ginny Clee were celebrating the release of their second album, No Skin (released here on Transatlantic), and a major label deal with Geffen. However, no sooner was the album out in the States and surging to No 14 on the Triple-A charts than Geffen got sold and the girls found themselves handed a wad of cash to go away. Thankfully they didn't decide to call it a day and, better late than never, they're finally back with a new label and long awaited third album that features helping studio hands from Billy Bragg and his Blokes. It opens with its best track, Drunk on Hallelujahs, a title surely reheard from a line in Cohen's Hallelujah and a melody that recalls the Cowboy Junkies' Misguided Angel. "I'm holding auditions for a new guardian angel The last one didn't work out bored and distracted whenever I tangled with gloomy disaster and doubt," they sing, putting to rest any worries that their lyrical edge may have dulled in the intervening years.
The remaining nine tracks aren't exactly also-rans though. She Was The Dynamite is a powerful swampy song of domestic abuse ("there's blood on the sheets and steam on the mirror He's drawing a map with his wedding ring finger His bruises are mountains his veins churning rivers his eyes distant cities where you wouldn't raise children and he remembers crossing the room walking towards her like a train") but one that comes couched in understanding if not excuses ("some other guy in some other town is buying her a drink touching her thigh star in her eye she's laughing ... She was the dynamite waiting on his track), while by immediate contrast Ship, a song (co-penned with Syd Straw) urging giving in to your heart, and the beautifully harmonised devotional Fix conjures again the McGarrigles comparisons. Rise and Shine is gossamer acoustic folk hued (a bit like Pooka in a way) with a tumbling collapse in your arms ringing guitar line that belies the utter desolation of the lyrics, Damage a liltingly gentle mountain country song of break-up aftermath. While at the other end of the spectrum their rock sensibilities plangently ring through the folk-rock rumbling Too Much Girl (a cautionary riposte to Ship) and Skinning rides a twangy guitar and wibbling programming through a noirish, nervy mood of trying to move on while clinging to the past's bruises ("I reach into the wardrobe where I've hung my old skin Try it on It will always fit but it will scratch me").
The closing harmonised dust dry river bed folk of the emotionally damaged and desperate Crack My Heart, sparse guitar laced with yearning strings, sums up a running thread of barely hanging in there, attempting to numb the pain and retaining a slipping grip on hope and trying to feel under a sky the colour of lead. It's a melancholic affair, but rarely has melancholy sounded so beguiling.
Mike Davies
One might be forgiven for thinking that the legal profession is taking over the folk scene of late, with ensemble names-to-conjure-with like Patterson, Jordan & Dipper; Spiers & Boden; Craig, Morgan & Robson; Shepheard, Spiers & Watson, and now we have that obscure firm of solicitors (no, only kidding!) Dearman, Gammon & Harrison…! I've known and loved the singing and playing of this charismatic trio for some years now through their residency at Pete Coe's fine Ryburn 3-Step folk club, and I was surprised to find that this is their first joint recording despite their evident extensive experience of reinterpreting traditional folksong in what they legitimately and accurately call "a robust and firmly rooted English style". Hallmarks of their style are an infectious, lively delivery, which is at once direct and upfront yet thoughtful, and here EFDSS have done them proud in giving them a recording to match, supremely accommodating yet immediate in impact and coming across very much as though they're performing there live in front of you. The trio is blessed with two singers who are contrasted in both character and timbre yet also highly complementary when singing together. They provide a vital spark, with phrasing determined by long experience of thinking about and singing their chosen versions of the songs. Their ensemble version of Lark In The Morning, for example, bounces along most joyously. Annie's voice is a strongly individual and distinctive one, with warmth and a quality of rather seductive earthiness that she shares with Chris Coe and Mary Humphreys; she also has a definite "Essex" vowelisation that's a bit of a trademark. Just sample Besom Maker (aptly prefaced by a Broom Seller's Call), or Pretty Little Feet, or Sorry The Day I Got Married, for an idea of how attractive Annie's singing is, while there's also her unaccompanied rendition of The Crafty Maid's Policy which delights by being at once stirring and fun. Turning to the estimable Vic, his richly turned singing with its careful use of vibrato is a constant pleasure, possibly never more so than on Just As The Tide Was Flowing and his unaccompanied rendition of Early, Early In The Spring. These, like many of the selections on the CD, may seem over-familiar titles, yet the variants which the threesome have collected or collated with due scholarly care and forethought turn out to be wholly credible and performable and in some cases preferable to the more "usual" ones. I need also to praise Steve Harrison's exemplary musicianship on one- and two-row melodeons and mouth-organs; his generous and tuneful phrasing, lithe step and non-intrusive rubato enable the singers to achieve free rein for the expressive demands of the song texts. And he clearly understands the needs of both too – an understanding which few "accompanists" imagine let alone achieve. Vic's prowess on 5-string banjo, anglo concertinas and one-row melodeon playing also contributes greatly to the CD, and along with Steve (and Johnny Adams playing a "real piano" – glory be!) he performs three brief, suitably sprightly tunes as interludes. A delightful release that manages to be attractive and accessible while also satisfying more specialist tastes.
David Kidman
Why I'd not come across Niamh before is a real mystery, for she's a very accomplished singer, no doubt about that. Her CV includes membership of Fionnuisce, the Park Singers choir and Mick O'Brien's band Callino, and she's also performed with diverse ensembles from concert orchestra to jazz band. She possesses a glorious voice whose resonance lingers in the memory well after the song has finished. Her elegance of expression and supremely graceful command of phrasing are most impressive too, and she has a real feel for the traditional song repertoire, from which the bulk of the material on this, her debut CD, is drawn. And she scores another bonus point in my estimation by steering clear of the well-trodden and over-recorded songs. Niamh is joined here by a select roster of highly-regarded musicians: Máire Breatnach (fiddle), Séamus Brett (keyboards), Altan's Mark Kelly (guitar), Mick O'Brien (pipes, whistles), Mick Giblin (guitar), Danny Byrt (percussion), Mary Black band members Bill Shanley (guitars) and James Blennerhasset (bass), and backing vocals from Jim O'Leary and Fergal Ó Murchú (of the Ragús show). They flesh out the texture very appealingly, and provide a soft-focus yet admirably sensitive foil for Niamh's voice with just enough going on to set and maintain listener interest, while Máire's production work is exemplary, enabling the textures to breathe even when a number of instruments are being played at once. Generally speaking, the piano is given more prominent a role than the guitar, and this lends a quite mellow air to the proceedings, but it's all very attractively managed. My favourite tracks so far are probably Ye Lovers All, the forthright yet sprightly Síle Ní Ghadra and Andy M. Stewart's beautiful If I Never Spend A Morning Without You, but Niamh's truly lovely duet with Jim O'Leary on Farewell Dearest Nancy runs them very close. On the basis of the music contained within alone, this is a CD to treasure, and I look forward to hearing more of Niamh (I bet she sounds great unaccompanied too - how about that for the next CD?). However, the impact of this lovely release is seriously compromised by the total lack of any notes on the songs, or even a summary translation of the lyrics (no fewer than six of the twelve songs are sung in Gaelic) - let alone the barest paraphrase of the titles. If, as Niamh claims in the tiny booklet-note, the songs are ones that hold a special meaning for her and her aim is to communicate that meaning to the listener, then why on earth can't the necessary information be provided?
www.gaellinn.com
www.copperplatedistribution.com
David Kidman August 2006
Decameron - Parabola Road (Castle) Formed in Cheltenham in 1968 and finally settling into their five piece line up in 1973 with Dik Cadbury joining Johnny Coppin, Al Fenn, Geoff March, and Dave Bell following the recording of their Say Hello To The Band debut (and only) album for Vertigo, Decameron were essentially Gloucestershire's folk rock answer to Lindisfarne and The Strawbs. However, despite a sizeable following and being well respected in critical circles, the band never translated their popularity into chart bothering sales. As this anthology, a gathering together of their three Mooncrest/Transatlantic albums, Mammoth Special, Third Light and Tomorrow's Pantomime, shows, such commercial neglect was decidedly undeserved.
Certainly not everything has stood the test of time and some of the songs - Mammoth Special's tale of a Rotterdam restaurant comes to mind - were probably ill-advised even at the time, but there's much here to be welcomed by new ears as well as longtime admirers.
Their ability to write catchily melodic potential singles is well demonstrated on Rock and Roll Away and the business bashing Breakdown Of The Song while they certainly turned in a more than respectable covers of Buffalo Springfield's Rock and Roll Woman (done a capella) and Tim Buckley's Morning Glory. But it was on their tremulously emotive ballads at which they really excelled, songs such as Just Enough Like Home, Glimpse of Me, Wide As The Years and The Strawbs-like The Strawman all classics in their repertoire that still bring a shiver to the spine.
It's great to hear these and the likes of The Shadows on the Stairs, The Stonehouse and The Ungodly again without the accompaniment of slicks and scratches on the old vinyl, and as a bonus the 2CD set also adds two non album live tracks (Poscards From Cornwall, About Time) and a brace of rarities in Cheltenham Ladies and Twinset and Pearls. Plus you also get spot on covers of New Girl In School, Why Do Fools Fall In Love? and Leiber/Stoller's What About Us? the three tracks they released under their fun side project pseudonym as American close harmony surfers The Magnificent Mercury Brothers.
Mike Davies
Let's be honest about this, following her plunge into direction dithering after 1973's Amoreuse, I'd have had to be tied down to listen to a Kiki Dee record. And no, I'm not one of those who go weak at the knees at the thought of Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Well, I do, but not for the right reasons. Then came 1995's revelatory live acoustic album Almost Naked and I found myself on the Road to Damascus.
The journey continues with the rediscovery (repromotion?) of this, recorded in '98 and her first studio album in twelve years. Again teamed with guitarist/co-writer Luggeri, it's a fuller affair than the acoustic set but by no means over-arranged and over-orchestrated as has been a problem with her past albums. A gentle, ambient spiritual atmosphere allows Dee's voice to shine through, mellowed now into a smoky smooth wonder that caresses with its beguiling mix of melancholy, wonder and affecting emotion. I guess it's a world album as such since it fuses the duo's own sensibilities with a strong Eastern rhythmic influence with tabla, flute, tanpura and Indian percussion as well as the western ethnic tribal flavours imparted by bouzouki, didgeridoo, auto harp and mandolins on assorted tracks.
Taking to harmonium for One And Only Love, a number arising out of her relationship with her parents, the folksy heart beats strongly here and on several occasions, Dee's supple, warm voice caressing and entwining around the melodies in a manner that evokes both Eddi Reader and Sinead O'Connor. There's gorgeous, dreamy, emotionally piquant stuff here, and while the consistently high quality of material and performance makes it's hard to single out highlights, for those wavering about commitment to the listening experience I'd have to recommend relationship break up song I've Run Dry, the uplifting mother/daughter celebration Under The Night Sky and the peaceful, hymnal affirmation of Wake Me From This Sleep that is, quite possibly, the finest thing she's ever recorded. An album essentially about looking forward at a certain age, "this is my November song.. it's just my beginning" she sings on the highly personal Pretty Tune. The future looks radiant.
Mike Davies
On Winter Hours, Saskatchewan's premier alt-country-roots outfit Deep Dark Woods twang and intone their way through a second helping of hard-luck stories and misery-filled narratives, though - importantly - retaining a certain feelgood factor (I'm not sure exactly how).
The opening Farewell has the lugubrious tone of a Handsome Family opus (albeit sung in a tenor rather than bass-baritone register), but it soon relaxes into a pedal-steel lament much in the Gram/Burritos groove. Similarly starting out how it means to go on, there's the plaintive How Can I Try, which signals a renewal of desperation in its cyclical chord progression that returns us to nowhere in particular. Not altogether typically for the band's producer Steve Dawson, we also encounter a certain quality of warm, claustrophobic opaqueness in some of the instrumental textures, which kindof adds to the moodiness and overall sense of shifting uncertainty generated by the lyrics. OK, so with Deep Dark Woods it's more downbeat than downright surreal, so the Handsome comparison proves more superficial than actual, and there are times when the hymnal harmonies of Fleet Foxes are recalled, as on the beauteously sad All The Money I Had Is Gone, the doleful mood of which is finally lifted by an organ break towards the end of the track. And several other songs recall the old-time Americana sensibility of Garcia-Hunter classics of the Working Man's Dead/American Beauty era.
The traditional song When First Into This Country (covered towards the end of the set) has clearly also influenced the writing of the band's mainman songsmith Ryan Boldt, especially on tracks like As I Roved Out, although one of the most traditional-sounding numbers, Polly, turns out to be an organically jammed group composition. The Gallows could have emerged out of the shadows of Big Pink, while comparably timeless (and almost naïvely simple, in the old-time sense) constructions like The Birds On The Bridge and the delicate, eerily harmonious title song seem to almost gaily sidestep the directly personal paranoia of the lyrics.
Although the musical settings are full of character, their sometimes minimalist nature tends at times to tread deceptively carefully and even respectfully, almost denying any intentional involvement in, or any right to comment on, those lyrics; occasional exceptions, such as the laconic, uncharacteristically uptempo Two Time Loser, let the music breathe more and even chance a rockout solo or two - and they stretch out more bluesily on The Sun Never Shines. But I'd not want to seem to be underselling Deep Dark Woods' intense musical vision, which actually rewards considerably more with each successive play: don't be diverted by first impressions, for this is a strong, honest and sincere, and thoroughly fulfilling record.
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David Kidman July 2009
This is Deering & Down's third album and having based themselves in Tennessee since 2004, it has a flavour of that states most famous town, Memphis. They have amassed themselves a formidable band whose members include Rick Steff on keyboards (ex- Cat Power, George Thorogood, Gin Blossoms) and drummer Kurt Ruleman (ex-San The Sham). I was certainly taken aback by Canadian vocalist Lahna Deering' squeaky tones on the opening track, Finally Found The One. It turns gritty rather than squeaky the further into the song we go. It has a rag tag homemade sound and doesn't really reach its initial promise. Whatcha' Thinkin' Of has a certain punk feel to it. Her voice is better suited here but it does get a bit of getting used to. There's a better base to this. Can't Wait is mid paced rock and Richard Of Los Angeles is a rock ballad with the obligatory big chorus. Unfortunately, the stadium rock guitar solo from Rev Neil Down doesn't quite work.
Sad Love is slow and plodding and Wonder Who's Callin' doesn't offer anything too exciting either. Velvet On Stone is a slow country ballad and the singer has a Dolly Parton tone to her voce but don't be fooled by the childlike quality, there is a lot of power in there. Sugar is a sleazy, grungy blues that works well and Cow Cow Girl is a fractured alt.country that is one of the best songs on the album. Deering turns in a Stevie Nicks style vocal on Oh So Good before giving us another slow song in the form of Abbey. Perhaps they have recorded too many slower songs for this album than is absolutely necessary. There is nothing wrong with this one but it is just not exceptional. Bessie's Big Way is the closing track and this is unashamed country although I originally thought that it was going to be about Bessie Smith. It's a guitar instrumental with enough small (deliberate) errors to give it that homemade feel. This may be a slow burner and there are certainly enough plus marks to give hope for the future.
www.deeringanddown.comDavid Blue February 2008
Domenic's debut solo CD, only finally recorded after some twenty years' experience of playing and writing, turns out to be a series of mature and eloquent, intimate, passionate and haunting performances of his own impressively crafted original songs given with uncluttered and tremendously effective backings (mostly his own guitars and Laouto - a Cretan instrument - with some flute and keyboard). And superbly recorded to boot, crisp yet with plenty of ambience. As for background info, Domenic was born in Canada, the son of Italian immigrants, but now lives in London; since well before the millennium, he's been travelling the world sharing his musical skills as a film and TV composer as well as co-founder/lead vocalist of the world music group Praying For The Rain, with whom he's appeared at several key festivals in the UK and Europe, and producing and performing with the 60-piece Songlines Choir. Still Lives And Dreamers sees Domenic returning to his roots as a singer-songwriter, and it's clear that he has a talent for coming up with lyrical and thought-provoking songs which reflect powerfully and movingly on themes such as the rediscovery and celebration of life. In some respects (songs such as A Single Soul), his writing reminds me of classic chansonniers such as Brel, whereas other songs (I Feel You In Me) bring to mind the gentle philosophicality of Dougie MacLean through the use of universal imagery. The settings may be admirably simple for the most part, but the overall effect is of a sumptuous tonal richness that suits Domenic's writing – and his intense, accomplished vocal work - ideally. This is not a criticism, but there's a possible barrier in that the relative uniformity of pace (slow-to-medium) over the vast majority of the disc's 61 minutes may be too wearing for some listeners, at any rate all in one sitting; it's only with Angel's Wings, All That I Am and then the penultimate track, the Cat Stevens-like Glass Bubble, that the tempo marking manages to rise much above adagio. Domenic clearly has a good feel for texture, and exercises an admirable restraint on most of the album; striking instrumental colours such as Vince DeCicco's accordion and David Coulter's violin or bowed saw weave a luscious magic on songs such as the title track, Let Go Of The Tears and Angel's Wings. It's only with the glitteringly over-arranged It's Christmas Time Again that things get a mite stodgy (this track, which inevitably got released as a single last year, strays mildly over the line of acceptability for me). Oh, and I might also mention that one key song, Sunlight Skies, is given in two differently-accompanied versions here. Taken on its own terms, Still Lives And Dreamers is actually a quietly stunning record that you may well enjoy more than you might expect. Presentation is economical too, with full lyrics crammed neatly into the single-fold insert. (Distributed by Proper.)
David Kidman April 2007
Originally recorded in 1996 but not released until four years of record label hell later, this finally appeared in 2000 on Deighton's own Barley Wheel imprint. Now it's reissued at budget price via his current deal with Almafame that spawned last year's follow up The Common Good. This afford the chance for newcomers to catch up on the back catalogue and to see that's he's remained faithful to the soulful acoustic and organic folk-rock he's been pursuing since his days with Mother Earth.
Enlisting the help of Brian Auger on organ and his other half, Nicola Bright-Thomas on harmony and, on The Garden Grows and Little Lost, lead vocals, it's a largely low key affair, the sparse guitars given added colour with the addition of strings, sax and flute. Again it's hard not to make mention of the obvious Paul Weller comparisons in terms of melodies, voice and guitar work but since they share a common affection for 70s English progressive pastoral folk and Nick Drake in particular (check out Years In Pieces if you need any convincing) and so that's not too surprising. You'll also hear echoes of Van Morrison, John Martyn, and the David Crosby elements of CS&N filtering through such tracks as Next Year, In The Finish and the instrumental Tannis Root and while So Are You clearly doffs the cap to Steve Winwood.
A warm voiced singer, talented songsmith and immaculate guitarist, Deighton's slowly building an admirable body of solo work but after three albums of essentially the same blueprint, hopefully his fourth will find him expanding his boundaries rather than simply working within them.
Mike Davies
Putting aside her brief (and now erased from history) tenure as one third of Hummingbird, this marks the Indonesian-Dutch-Barnsleyite's first recordings since her debut Truth Drug, an album she hated, feeling she'd been pressured by the label into making something unrepresentative of what she was about.
Here though, ensconced in a new home and collaborating with the ubiquitous Boo Hewardine (who co-penned five of the 11 tracks) and the likes of John McCusker, Fran Healy and Dave Marks, she's a much happier puppy.
Rightly so, because, getting back to her English folk roots (though Where Do You Go When You Dream?, written about watching a child sleeping, is flavoured with a feel of French cafe music) this is a fine collection of melancholy destined to tingle your emotions as finely as Deighton's catch in the throat sweet husked voice entrances the ears.
Asked to write a song to break hearts she duly obliges with the opening Sing To Me, a lovely lazy drifting lost summer number imbued with a dreamy weariness and achingly wistful chorus. But then she effortlessly achieves the same effect on several other cuts, notably the yearningly reflective backwoods folk feel of Wagon Wheel where she could pass for a female Jackson Browne, the heavy sadness that hangs over Turn Down The Light as she evokes thoughts of the young Melanie had she been a Yorkshire folkie, and the simple mandolin rippled Don't where you can almost hear her heart tremble as she warns 'don't you dare make me cry'.
Although she's now happily settled with best friend Marks, the album's full of similar break up and betrayal songs, finding her nakedly vulnerable on the lullaby lilting Second Best, and adopting false bravado on the bluesy starkly acoustic Bruised only to collapse into the plea 'please recover me'.
While she gently admonishes whoever it was that fooled her again on the delicate waltz time Favour (where she calls to mind one of her prime inspirations, Mary Margaret O'Hara) and the brushed slow dancing Pilgrim, she also acknowledges 'you're no Jesus, I'm no Mary Magdalene, owning up to being easily swayed by a winning smile on the title track, referring to both the time it took to record the album and the period needed to break a cycle of hurt.
She doesn't wallow though, which for all the downside of love it reflects, makes this actually a surprisingly uplifting and buoyant album, a hymn to rising above it all and trying again. She did, she has and this is three weeks worth of sheer pleasure that should last a lifetime of listening.
www.rosaliedeighton.com
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Mike Davies July 2007
You know what you're getting with a new Del Amitri album - a collection of good, honest rock songs boasting an occasional country-ish tinge played by a good honest rock band. So, you confidently load Can You Do Me Good? - the band's first album of new material for five years - into the CD drawer and settle back for what you know will be coming from your speakers and - what's this? Timmy Thomas playing keyboards with Mother's Finest over a Norman Whitfield orchestral arrangement?
What you're listening to is Just before you leave, the first single to be lifted from the album, and its standout track. It opens with the choppy organ motif from Thomas' hit Why can't we live together? then develops the funkiest and most insistent bass pattern, reminiscent of Chaka Khan's old band, and then the sweetest of string arrangements is applied, harking back to some of The Temptations' finest moments. Over it all are Justin Currie's trademark vocals relating a tale of acrimony as a woman's former lover asks if she treats her new man as badly as she'd treated him: "Don't you try to bend him until he breaks, like you broke me?"
Back on more familiar Dels' territory, Cash and prizes is a similarly bitter affair as the son's character bemoans his misery and loneliness despite being surrounded by great wealth. He has a "Rolls Royce running, just 'cos I love the sound it makes" and the saddest aspect of all: "I've got two sons competing to be the images of me but cash and prizes, I guess, is all that they can see." Through it all Ian Harvie repeats a catchy guitar figure and Mark Price's drums chunkily push it all along at a pleasing lope.
Currie must surely have been listening to The Strokes when he sat down to write Drunk in a band, a prime slice of Scots-inflected New York punk, from the thick guitar chords to the manic synthesised squeals. While Currie may complain of being the inebriate of the title, the catalogue of old friends and acquaintances' careers make you realize there's more than a little irony at play here: "Pat is the guy with the record shop, and John sells fruit but wants to be a cop, and Paul deals speed in a Celtic top, but I'm just a drunk in a band."
With that manic thrash out of their systems One more last hurrah arrives on the wave of a gently picked acoustic soothing cymbal washes before building up steam on a drum-driven rhythmic tide. Love, and lovers, lost is a regular theme and is visited on Buttons on my clothes ("Everybody knows she ain't comin' back"); Out falls the past ("Every time I find somebody, the whispering begins about how I change my women like traffic switches lanes"); and She's passing this way ("When she walks and leaves you blue, you'll look like the junkie standing here in front of you").
There are a dozen slices of this particular Del Amitri cake and, after the initial shocks of Just before you leave and Drunk in a band, it quickly becomes apparent that what we have here is a collection of good honest rock songs - well up to scratch.
Fred Hall
Formerly 50% of The Delevantes with brother Mike, this is his second album and comes sporting the subtitle A Collection of Songs and Photographs, a reminder that he's not just a singer-songwriter, but a graphic designer who's a dab hand behind the lens too.
His tenor voice reminiscent of Steve Forbert, it doesn't quite have the power to give the uptempo, more rocking numbers the vocal charge to go with the musical muscle, but on the quieter, reflective songs it ably provides the emotional catch to his literate lyrics. Not to say the sprightlier tracks don't always work, indeed the opening title track, a witty tale of bumping into love by accident, is a naggingly catchy affair, but you do find yourself thinking that the train rhythm boogie woogie Paint My House, the Creedence like choogling Like A Meadowlark Blues and the lyrically inspired throaty blues Venice Is Sinking would benefit from deeper, gutsier tones.
However, when it turns to the ballad or mid-tempo country roots numbers, the dusty edge to Delevante's delivery is perfectly suited to socking across such songs as the jangling Circles Like Me (which sports the line 'she dances like an angel, she charges like a Sherman tank'), the wistful, cello accompanied childhood memories of An Old Picture Of You, the Steve Earle pop swagger Fly Home To and the fun driving romp that is Texarkana State of Mind with its burbling jews harp backing. With a tight house band that includes bassist Gary Tallent and pedal guitarist Fats Kaplin, and guest appearances by Buddy Miller, Emmylou and, blowing harp, Southside Johnny, Delevante also throws in an unexpected delight in the form of a shuffling country blues slowdown twangy guitar burn through Ramones classic The Blitzkrieg Bop. Not an album you'll have on repeat play perhaps, but it's a solid Americana listen; and those chiaroscuro black and white photos aren't bad either.
Mike Davies November 2006
Delays - Faded Seaside Glamour (Rough Trade)
Fronted by the tremulous girlie voiced Greg Gilbert, the newly emergent Southampton outfit are steeped in a starry eyed and laughing 60s nostalgia for jangling three minute pop songs that soar heavenwards on chorus wings and the sort of cascading melodies that make The Las seem like industrial white noise merchants.
Bursting into the public consciousness like the first swallow of summer with a debut album that offers a ltd edition featuring bonus DVD of promo vids and live performances, they swell with falsetto hope on Wanderlust as Gilbert assumes the mantle of Liz Fraser before he switches vocal affection to sound uncannily like Stevie Nicks on Bedroom Scene and then gets his gonads temporarily into Spiritualized gear for You Wear The Sun and a pretty fair impression of Roger McGuinn before his voice broke on Hey Girl.
They don't quite manage to sustain that first glorious rush throughout the album, Stay Where You Are is a particularly turgid sub Happy Mondays groove, There's Water Here a noodling acoustic number that never quite sounds finished and Satellites Lost could have done with the direction counter being reset, but by the time they get to the chiming One Night Away and the Stone Roses-ish mantra sway of On all is forgiven.
Listen carefully and you'll find that with tales of lost innocence, death and wasted promise, the lyrics aren't quite as joyful as the melodies might suggest but when you're being swept away into angelic singalong bliss for Nearer Than Heaven I daresay you'll be too euphoric to notice.
Mike Davies
Grey De Lisle - Iron Flowers (Sugar Hill)
David Kidman
Grey De Lisle - The Graceful Ghost (Sugar Hill)
This is a real strange record, and not your typical Sugar Hill fare at all. At first it sounds like Dolly Parton trying to sing old-time songs she made up on the spot from childhood memories while trapped inside an old backwoods house full of antiquarian instruments and gadgets, possessed by the spirits haunting the place. OK, so Grey sounds uncannily like a reincarnated sister to Dolly. And the sparse musical settings imply a weird partnership between Gillian Welch and the Handsome Family in their ghostly neo-gothic garb. But actually on balance this album's probably better described as a collection of tender, bittersweet ballads that were all composed by Grey herself at the time she and her then-boyfriend Murry Hammond were engaged in a long-distance romance, as a kinda record of their courtship and what it turned into. It all positively drips the atmosphere of pre-Civil War old-time music, an ambience exaggerated by Grey's use of archaic instrumental timbres like autoharp, music-boxes, pedal harmonium and authentic 1800s out-of-tune piano alongside the usual guitars and stand-up bass. Guitars are played by the aforementioned Murry, by the way, along with Marvin Etzioni, and bass by Sheldon Gomberg, but all textures are crystal clear and kept unswamped, giving the songs a mood of intimate, delicate spirituality. The whole affair was recorded in Grey's living-room, believe it or not. Occasionally passing gimmicks like a repro-acetate spoken reading of an old love letter (on Tell Me True) are a tad contrived, while the melody of This White Circle On My Finger is too close to I Love You Because for comfort, but for the most part Grey's take on ancient Americana is charming, original and inspired, heavy on genuine atmosphere, and sounds absolutely delicious. The packaging of the album is attractive too, being inspired by Julia Margaret Cameron's photographs of women with "ghostly eyes"; and as well as the audio CD there's an eight-minute video on the making of the album. I also learn from the press release that Grey's already released three albums under her own aegis – now these I'd love to hear…
David Kidman
Her last album saw the Brooklyn singer-songwriter interpreting the poetry of, among others, Byron, Browning, Masefield and e e cummings. Here though, it's back to her own material but those expecting a return to the salt and sea flavours of Songs For A Hurricane arc will be surprised to find that, while she's still elemental in her ambience, her musical location now seems to be more the fecund groves of swampy everglades. You can forget the Baez and Lucinda comparisons too. Instead you might think of Dusty Springfield around The Look Of Love when you hear the breathy If Not For Love, find strong hints of kd lang-our to the jazzy folk inflected Blue Adeline and even touches of Tom Waits crossbred with Victoria Williams and Laura Veirs on the loose limbed guitar blues Riverwide.
Recorded over late nights in rural cabin solitude with minimal gear and loads of instruments weaving into each song before she invited in other musicians to work their own brushes to their canvas, it very much captures the twilight hours of its genesis. On Birds of Belfast you can almost hear the dawn rising through the mist as she sings of transformative love recalled in quietness, while on the cello coloured Freediver her voice stretches like someone rousing from slumber to pad around the house breathing in the stillness and the pizzicato strings on Oleander (where I'd swear she's been listening to Kate Bush) gather like fireflies around the songs flickering candlelight waltz.
Not that she doesn't get the blood flowing too. 1000 Reasons with its drum machine and clap beats is a skittering pop song infused with the anticipation of a lover's meeting, To The Wire with its coy finger on lips vocals is joyous tinkling classic songwriter pop with jogging chorus beat, tinkling strings and clinking percussion that surely owes inspiration to Brian Wilson's skewed summers.
The lullabying bluesy gospel lit torch of Midnight Ringer (from whence the title line comes) puts me in memory of Chi Coltrane, the simple naked voice and guitar Brand New Sound (another song about love's euphoria) bringing the album to a close on an early hours note that taps into the combined essences of Billie Holiday, Janis Ian, Dory Previn, Joni Mitchell and Randy Newman as its kisses your brow as you finally slip into that soothing, peaceful sleep.
Delmhorst's masterpiece may yet still be to come, but for now this feels unsurpassable.
www.krisdelmhorst.com
www.myspace.com/krisdelmhorst
Mike Davies April 2008
A departure from the norm for the Brooklyn born singer-songwriter, rather than her own material this sees her setting to music adaptations of poems by such names as Byron, Browning and e e cummings. Opening with Galuppi Baldassare, a goodtime Dixieland jazz spin on Browning's A Toccata of Galuppi's, the album's styles range across jazz, folk and blues, bringing a twilight country waltz to Byron's We'll Go No More A-Roving and a star-kissed evening whisper to Masefield's Sea Fever.
Only a few of the tracks are straight interpretations; the others being a quiet acoustic folk reading of 20s Harlem poet James Johnson's Since You Went Away, co penned with Mark Olson, and a bluesy roll through Edna St Vincent Millay's Tavern. The others offer inspired reworks that take a poem and weave a song a round it.
Fine examples include the New Orleans ragtime slouch Invisible Choir from George Eliot's O May I Join the Choir Invisible, a bluegrassy old tyme hoedown Pretty How Town that perfectly fits the playful cummings sensibility, the gentle roots rocking Light of the Light based on elements of Walt Whitman's Passage To India and a bass twanging, crunchy swamp blues Water Water that began life as Robert Herrick's The Scare Fire.
Perhaps the most ambitious here in terms of lyrical adaptation are Strange Conversation and The Drop & The Dream, two spare Southern country torches lit from Bruch's The Death of Virgil.
Never once sounding fusty or academic exercises, the words are given stirring blood and a sense of spontaneity by Delmhorst's warm voice and laid back arrangements, reinvigorating the muses and rhythms that first brought them to life, filling them with joy, yearning and sadness. A fine testament to the enduring quality and relevance of art and, as she notes in her closing New Orleans jazz adaptation of the 13th century work by Sufi mystic Jalaluddin Rumi, that Everything Is Music.
Mike Davies, July 2006
Kris Delmhorst - Songs For A Hurricane (Acoustic Routes)
Thus there are songs of uncertainty (Waiting Under The Waves), the sadness of not being noticed by the object of affection (Hummingbird), the need to escape a suffocating relationship (Bobby Lee), resentment (Short Work), self-empowerment (Weathervane), the realisation of the need to call it a day (the slow swaying Wasted Word and the uptempo bluegrassed Short Work) and, course, the simple, disarming freefall into romance (Juice + June).
East of the Mountains urges along with a chugging express train rhythm while Hurricane builds to an appropriate guitar squall that calls to mind Neil Young's own meteorological epic, but it's the quieter, more introspective moments that really make this shine, the haunting resigned ache of You're No Train, the simple back porch with banjo bluesy folk and breathy vocal that is Come Home and the album's affecting play out sailor's song Mingalay as the ship of the heart , heads determinedly into the weather and sails homeward to its safe self harbour. She may not yet be an international name, but with this album the answer to that is clearly blowing in the wind.
Mike Davies
Here's another great little release that snuck out towards the end of last year unheralded. Brooklyn-born, Boston-based singer-songwriter Kris had one lone track on the marvellous Signature Sounds women songwriters' collection Respond, but I'd not encountered either of her two previous solo albums or EP and I'd not made the connection that she was the self-same cello player as Chris (sic) Delmhorst on Peter Mulvey's Deep Blue album or on Mary Gauthier's first (Dixie Kitchen). For she's an accomplished instrumentalist too, having picked up both fiddle and guitar since originally studying cello at high school. On Five Stories, her own playing is but one strand in the rich yet minimal and delicately-scored musical tapestry, which (though it includes contributions from instruments as diverse as accordion, mandolin, saxophone, organ and banjo, with guitars defiantly not in the forefront!) is so strikingly intimate and acutely managed that the listening focus remains on the quality of the songs and Kris's singing.
Lyrically, her songs pull an incisive punch through their economy of poetical expression, clearly filtered through her love of traditional song; they are, however, meditative and advisory, deeply personal statements rather than "stories", a fact which belies the album's title (which, I learn, refers to the location of the recording studio used, on the fifth storey of a building, and also the feeling of being "up in the air"). Kris's voice has a gorgeous, creamily compelling timbre that's a touch reminiscent of Lucy Kaplansky on cuts like the unbelievably haunting Damn Love Song and the searching Words Fail You, and with shades of latter-day Emmylou perhaps on the opener Cluck Old Hen, while she shows a mean old flair for the bluegrass idiom on Mean Old Wind and for biting yet almost casual sassiness on the uptempo rap Honeyed Out, with her heart-stoppingly beautiful vocal control on Lullaby 101 forming the perfect closer (unless you leave the disc playing, that is, in which case you'll fall victim to a thrashy mini-bonus track!). The close-miked and spare (yet tellingly full) production, masterminded by Kris herself with ex-Morphine drummer Billy Conway and engineer Steve Folsom, proves an exemplary setting for Kris's highly distinctive songs, which encompass a variety of styles. And this album has proved one of the year's real discoveries.
David Kidman
Harp player extraordinaire Del Junco is another Cuban taken under the wing of NorthernBlues. This is his sixth album but the first for the excellent Canadian label. He opens with Little Walter's Blues With A Feeling which has a fractured heavy blues start and has a contemporary feel as well as paying historical dues. Right from the beginning his harmonica playing is top class and it's not hard to see why he has won awards for his playing all over the globe. He has a novel way of playing – he plays chromatically by using an 'overblow' technique on a ten hole diatonic harmonica. He has a good voice too!
No Particular Place shows he has lungs of steel. Great interplay between the harp and Kevin Breit's guitar on this blues/jazz instrumental. Plain Old (Down Home) Blues has a little Tex-Mex influence and although his vocal is a little too pronounced there's no disputing his harp playing. Skatoon is a dual-layered instrumental with ska overtones and Don't Bring Me Down has Breit on slide guitar. This tends towards traditional country but just slightly on the alt. side. This is a favourite of mine.
The Jerry Goldsmith song Our Man Flint may seem like a strange choice but Carlos's ethereal beginning opens out into a swing beat and his harmonica breezes through the melody. The old favourite Run Me Down is jazzier than the The Notting Hillbillies version and the rockabilly guitar solo is excellent. Add to that another lung bursting harmonica solo and there you have it. Let's Mambo gives it all away in the title and there's a militaristic beginning to Long Highway. Carlos's laconic vocal adds to a mixture of styles.
The title track is another fractured blues but the now commonplace interplay between guitar and harp is still strong. This instrumental probably has the best harmonica playing on the album. Sonny Boy Williamson's Nine Below Zero is treated well as Carlos snorts his way through the track. He turns acoustic for the first time on the closing track Don't Worry Your Pretty Little Head. This has a cowboy feeling and is just another facet to Carlos Del Junco. Don't believe what it says on the cover, this boy is pedigree.
David Blue
Released on the Belgian label Blues Boulevard, this is the second official European album release from this Atlanta, Georgia combo purveying straight-down-the-line contemporary Southern blues-rock that derives its lineage from Lynyrd Skynyrd, the Allman Brothers and Mick-Taylor-period Rolling Stones, with a soupcon of Z.Z. Top thrown in too perhaps. Suitably gritty-voiced and authentic, and with most of their material self-penned (albeit with a wry slant) by lead vocalist and lap steel guitarist Tom Gray (occasionally in tandem with fellow-band-members), Delta Moon give us a masterful set of tough (but not over-the-top) delta-blues-rock that audibly takes no prisoners, even if not exactly treading any new ground. The funky slide-and-keyboard strut of Stuck In Carolina (with what sounds like an uncredited sax player on the playout coda), two neat excursions into stripped-down acoustica (the plaintively nostalgic Plantation Song and an excellent cover of Mississippi Fred McDowell's You Got To Move) and the welcome appearance of a six-string banjo (on Get Gone), are all extra elements that add spice to the already laudably solid brew, and, notwithstanding a couple of unremarkable cuts later on in the sequence, this still turns out a pretty satisfying - and rather replayable - rootsy set that heralds Delta Moon (now boasting a different rhythm section from that on their Howling At The Southern Moon album, by the way) as a band to watch.
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David Kidman January 2010
Delta Moon - Goin' Down South (Delta Moon Records)
The album cover might not help you define Delta Moon's music: a spaceship hovers overhead while aliens and an old bearded man with a guitar stand in a cotton field. The aliens look surprised - maybe this is their first experience of Southern blues/rock. The old man looks happy - he gets to hold a wood-bodied dobro!
But there's nothing alien about the eleven songs on the album, seven of which were written or co-written by band leader Tom Gray. (Three more were written by J.B. Lenoir, R.L. Burnside and David Bowie/Iggy Pop.) It's an irresistible amalgam of hooky songs and wailing slide guitar, a feet-dancing beat and powerful white soul & gospel flavoured vocals. The dominant voice is Gina Leigh's and her bare-foot sass and strut are as high-octane is possible without actually exploding and burning the house down! The beat is laid down solid by rhythm section Scott Callison (drums) and Jon Schwenke (bass). Guitars from Tom Gray (vocals, bottleneck, piano, dulcimer) and Mark Johnson (electric slide, mando guitar) provide enough twang to power a V8 engine. There's added spice from album guests legendary fiddler Vassar Clements and dobro master Mike Audridge.
Get ready UK music lovers - Delta Moon are coming your way very soon and they are one of the best live shows around. I get the feeling that pretty soon you won't be able to get closer to them than a steel barrier in front of a 20,000 Music Festival crowd!
Sue Cavendish
New country blues five-piece Delta Moon from Atlanta, Georgia, give classic blues favourites and original songs a sparkling fresh wash and brush up. Gina Leigh (vocals and percussion), Tom Gray (vocals, lap steel, keyboards), Mark Johnson (Bottleneck guitar), Johnny McNight (drums) and Jon Schwenke (bass) deliver plenty of swampy blues rock, gospel energy and great grooves.
Delta Moon 'Live' was recorded before a studio audience in Deluth, Georgia. 'Live' is how the blues should be heard - drawing it's energy from an audibly participating audience. Not here is the immediacy cooled by the studio situation. It's one of those albums where all the elements are a cut above the rest - from Gina and her powerful white gospel vocals and Tom Gray's gravel-toned leads and harmonies - a contemporary Delaney & Bonnie - to the twangy duals from the slide guys (think Allman Brothers!) and excellent production.
Well-known classics performed include Baby Please Don't Go, Do The Do and Look Way Down That Lonesome Road - on their previous album 'Delta Moon' Shake 'Em On Down, Preachin' The Blues, Wang Dang Doodle get the treatment - but there's fine original roots material from Tom Gray too. I've heard it reported that seeing them live is a must - they are absolutely sensational. Briefly here in the UK, you have an opportunity in November 2003. Go see - or let your mouse take you to Amazon.com
Sue Cavendish
Delta Spirit is a California (San Diego)-based five-piece formed in 2005, whose signature sound has been aptly described as "rough barroom pop" - closet cult Americana by any other name that would smell so sweet, I suspect. Their basic toughness suffuses Ode To Sunshine, their debut full-length album (an EP was released in 2006, I gather), with an appealingly ragged quality: clunky but endearing. This characterises the songs (all but one appear to be group collaborations) as much as the music. For despite the often bewildering almost-recall nature of the conjured reference points, theirs is a generously piano-driven milieu, with the jangly slightly-out-of-tune upright in the corner of the bar providing much of the musical distinctiveness of their output; this can comfortably be allied to sixties twang or surf gestures (as on Streetwalker), or else left to its own drowsy swoon (House Built For Two). And when an acoustic guitar with harmonica intervenes for an excursion into protest-folk-pop (People Turn Around), the gesture comes through freshly-created rather than tired, even when the build-up comes; a similar approach adds to the impact of the already-heartfelt Bleeding Bells (there's some effective horn work here too). And there's a raunchy Springsteen swagger to the more fervent cuts like Parade. Main vocalist Matthew Vasquez is a charismatic frontman, but in truth Delta Spirit display a keen collective musical intelligence altogether. They're only occasionally let down by a slightly preachy quality in some of their lyrics. But in the final analysis, the band's sheer bravado gives their music an entirely welcome immediacy which just about manages to transcend those deficiencies.
David Kidman December 2009
Their name derived from Delta Spirit Taxidermy Station of North Central Alabama, a company run by founder bassist Jon Jameson's great uncle, the San Diego quintet have been called a honky tonk Creedence Clearwater Revival, compared to the early Kinks, tagged with 60s protest folk, likened to the Violent Femmes and had Streetwalker called South of the Border Orbison twang. So, I may as well add my ingredients to the mix and suggest that, with the opening Tomorrow Goes Away, Ronnie Lane's Slim Chance and Paul McCartney could be in the equation too. People C'mon nods to Oasis and, if you dig deep, Trashcan could even be a close but less intense cousin to Cream's Badge.
You'll hear Phil Ochs and John Prine (rather than Dylan) blowing through the closing time swaying 60s anti-war folk protest People Turn Around, the period also informing Children which could easily have come from some rally with Barry McGuire carrying the flag upfront.
Put the reference points aside for a moment though and just listen to the music. Which, by and large, consists of singalong songs about living while you can played with a barroom shuffle of boogie woogie piano, waltzing acoustic guitars, loping drums and frontman Matthew Vasquez' dusty adenoidal twang.
There's an honesty and enthusiasm to the playing and the songs, the melodies instant and infectious whether they're riding the fuzzy waves of Strange Vine's surf pop or going for the reverb blues of Parade. Listen to Bleeding Bells, an album highlight that begins with just a strummed guitar and Vasquez again in his Greenwich Village persona and then introduces Texicali horns to add an extra air of desert melancholy. Or again to the simple honky tonk piano slow waltzing sadness of House Built for Two, a song on which you can almost see him drinking away the heartache as the melody lurches down the street to an empty bedroom. And, just for one final unlikely comparison, the album closes up with the horns belting, upbeat waltzing title track that sounds like the Denny Laine era Moody Blues partying at Big Pink.
Terrific stuff, the self-produced album originally came out two years ago on the band's own label and pretty much sank without trace before Rounder rescued it from oblivion and reissued it (with multi-instrumentalist Kelly Winrich's uncle on the cover), thereby instantly warranting a nomination for a services to music award.
Mike Davies March 2009
Iris DeMent - Lifeline (Flariella)
It's been an incredible eight years since DeMent released, The Way I Should, a stunning third politically charged, rock infused album from which the angry and emotionally devastating There's A Wall In Washington and Wasteland of the Free took their place alongside previous classics Sweet is The Melody, Our Town and Infamous Angel.
Since when though her profile has been low key to say the least. There was a low key acting debut in 2000's Sundance favourite Songcatcher while her recordings have been limited to occasional harmony appearances on albums by the likes of Emmylou, Tom Paxton, Tom Russell and Nanci Griffiths, Merle Haggard and Jimmie Rodgers tributes, a couple of Mountain Stage live albums, the Beautiful South's live version of Liar's Bar from Jools Holland's Later, and her recent duets with John Prine on his Grammy nominated In Spite Of Ourselves album. Devotees meanwhile waited with increasing frustration for a return to recording in her own right.
Given she reappears now on a small independent label rather than Warners, one wonders if perhaps legal wrangles played a part in the lengthy career sabbatical along, whether she just lost faith with the business or if maybe she hit some sort of writer's block. Certainly there's only one self-penned number here, He Reached Down, but then the whole project isn't exactly what admirers might have anticipated.
Raised among a devoutly religious family, the album takes her back to her roots for a collection of the sort of country-gospel she undoubtedly heard from the likes of the Louvins on the radio and sang alongside mom and dad growing up in the Missouri River delta town of Paragould, Arkansas. Laying down the agenda with the opening rouser I've Got That Old Time Religion In My Heart, it harks back to days when music was more concerned about reaching into people's souls rather than their wallets. A stripped down, acoustic collection (often just voice and piano) of public domain numbers dating mostly from the late 19th century, DeMent's warbling pure treble investing the songs with the uplifting spirituality, world weariness and honest passion from which they stemmed. Hymnbook archivists might be familiar with such songs as Fill My Way With Love, The Old Gospel Ship, Sweet Hour of Prayer, Near The Cross and I Don't Want To Get Adjusted (To This World), but you don't have to share the faith to be totally disarmed and beguiled by this wonderful album. Now, if only she could get round to writing and recording some new songs of her own too....
Mike Davies
Writing together for eight years, Alistair Mackie and Mark Collyer finally get round to assembling a debut album, produced by acclaimed concert guitarist Richard Durrant (who adds double bass, keyboards and cello) with Marianne Hillier-Brooks on percussion. With songs that variously address hangovers (Where Do We Go?), romance born (Hooks) and lost (Savage Days), small town life (Demolition Sky), worn down dreams (Cowboy Song) and, on Far Away Tree, Shoot The Moon and 1202, those desires and goals that alwasy seem just out of reach.
Centred around their harmonies and acoustic guitars, the music's firmly of the contemporary folk persuasion, shaded with jazz, pop and hints of world and Latin. As such they remind me very much of Nizlopi (especially on Where Do We Go?) and Ezio while, here and there (as on Savage Days), the influence of Paul Simon can be heard. If you've warmed to them, then you'll probably find this worth the effort of tracking down.
Mike Davies January 2010
The indefatigable Damien Barber and his merry band (Bryony Griffith, Will Hampson, Lee Sykes and Ben Griffiths) present a universally punchy and exciting six-track EP which serves as taster-cum-soundtrack for one particular strand (the least "visual") of their mighty Roadshow act. There's buckets of cool rocking energy and swaggering confidence here, and though you might feel the DBs' loud-but-intelligent brand of folk-rock owes more to Oysterband or Blyth Power than the trusty Fairport template, it's all excellent, rousing git-up-on-yer-feet-and-stay-there stuff. All good grist to the DBs' mill, the repertoire here storms unashamedly from gutsy jive reworkings of Death And The Lady and The Amphitrite through to Grateful Dead fave Friend Of The Devil and Damo's own lusty paean to The Good Old Days. Bellamy with knobs on, it's been said... and bells on the trousers too! But O, why only 23 minutes of music? Play it again, Damo!, No - let's have more please, and soon!
David Kidman November 2008
Here at last is a CD début for the audible part of that ambitious multi-faceted roadshow masterminded by the irrepressible Damien Barber, one of the most charismatic young performers on today's scene and in direct line from the famed Norfolk singing tradition (Walter Pardon through Peter Bellamy). Uncut is a live recording made in Haworth earlier this year (though just to be awkward the insert photo was taken at Holmfirth Festival!), at once an appetiser for the roadshow's live act and a take-home reminder of the great music that provides a backdrop for the visual action, though it more than stands up in its own right as a continuously high-energy yet wholly listenable artefact - in fact, having the soundtrack in this form and giving it your undivided attention allows you to appreciate just how damned fine all five musicians are It's much more than just Damien with a backing band, although his voice, concertina and (increasingly) guitar are for much of the time the fulcrum. Credit must be given where it's due therefore, to the totally amazing fiddle playing and vocals of Bedlam's Bryony Griffith, the spirited melodeon playing of that ensemble's Will Hampson (and you can just tell he plays for a Morris side, in this case the Dogrose Cotswold team), and the tight and funky "non-folkie" rhythm section of Lee Sykes and Rich Ashby that responds so intuitively to the pulse of the music. Songs range from the opener, which boldly juxtaposes Willie Goggins' Hat (penned by the prolific yet startlingly unheard Jack Hardy) with Gareth Turner's Boeuf Français, to a typically forthright Pete Morton song, from Nic Jones' evocative Ruins By The Shore to the epic Companion Of A Mile, Chris Sugden's setting of Alfred Noyes's recounting of the morris-dancing journey of Will Kemp (a supremely fitting choice given the Roadshow's credo). Songs give way to tunes quite naturally and most credibly, and the whole set is pretty exciting stuff (absence of clogs notwithstanding!), a triumph of collaborative and responsive musicianship. Plodding folk-rock this ain't! David Kidman
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After his debut, expectations were high around our house for 'Soul Parade', Jesse DeNatale's second album. First play gave me a bit of a sinking feeling as I wondered if he'd delivered all the good stuff on that debut. But, hey, don't all the good ones take a while to grow on you? The opening lyrics, 'cigarettes and candy and some tattoo art on a hot June night' capture in a moment his ability to paint pictures with words. Tinkling piano, gentle pedal steel guitar and a slovenly - in a nice way - beat. That's it. Uncork the bottle. Shame that at this time of year I can't feel the heat but I certainly get the mood of 'Children Of The Sun'. And that's another trick up his sleeve. Boy, he can create a mood. Oh yes, here's the head around the door asking me who this is.
Strings and backing choirs slip in all over the place on 'Shine Your Light'. That piano is there again with a starkness that reminds me of Springsteen's use of piano on his early records. In fact, after all the comparisons with Van Morrison, I'm beginning to wonder if it's more Bruce than Van. And I'm sorry to fall back on comparisons but you get the idea that this music creates images in cinemascope. This isn't a doodle, it's a big picture.
This time around, the styles expand with a jaunty 'Nightingale', slinky 'Keep on Walkin', folksy 'The Bell' and just downright delightful title track. 'Shake my hand, tip my hat' he sings. Jesse, any time, any time at all. Keep knocking these wonderful records out. So, are you guys and gals out there gonna wake up or is it just me, Tom Waits and Nick Hornby who'll sing his praises? I guess I'm in good company. Come and join us you'll love it.
Steve Henderson February 2007
It's taken me a few months to get to grips with this LA-based six-piece who've been turning heads for the past year or so, most especially at their UK festival appearances last summer. Their sound is a distinctive one: initially held to be a reinvention of Khmer rock and pop of the early 1970s, the band's style has evolved over three albums from playing exclusively covers of Cambodian 60s pop tunes to writing and performing all-original material which stylistically mixes key inspiration sources like Sinn Sisamouth (whom they treat with absolute respect) with elements of American garage rock and surf psychedelia. Dick Dale meets The Doors meets Joe Meek meets B52s meets Blondie? Well, Dengue Fever certainly have a hell of an ace to play in the shape of their Cambodian vocalist Chhom Nimol, a former pop singing sensation in her native country, who had left there at the start of the present decade. While living in Long Beach's Khmer community, she was discovered by brothers Ethan and Zac Holtzman, who on an earlier visit to Cambodia had become totally enamoured of that country's pop music, and so they teamed up to form Dengue Fever... Chhom's sensational vocal presence, exotic and boldly sensuous, is a true icon in sound, defining and determining the landscape of the band's music much in the way that a Bollywood singer does: mildly overpowering and plaintively impassioned in its expression of emotions. Some songs are sung in Khmer, others in English, but all embody the spirit of the "golden age" of Cambodian pop, the singing of Ros Sereysothea especially. Behind Chhom's swooning, soaring voice, there's a Farfisa organ, sax, guitar, bass and drums, grinding out an atmospheric, alternately heady, aromatic and ferocious garage-beat setting. Sleazy-mutant twang has never sounded more persuasive, even if one or two of the riffs sound more than a little familiar (is that opening figure of Sober Driver a dead ringer for Ghost Town or what?). Echo Beach was always part of some obscure 50s sci-fi B-movie, after all, and the instrumental Oceans Of Venus just has to be that movie's theme. The album's bonus track, added for this UK release, is a radio session take of One Thousand Tears Of A Tarantula. The intense vibe Of Dengue Fever is very contagious, so much so that I don't actually want to be cured!
David Kidman February 2009
Tim's sixth release continues the high standard set by the previous five, while marking another milestone in the evolution of his singing and songwriting career by the ever more creative combining of memories of his South Kerry childhood with altogether more sombre recollections and influences. The strong sense of artistic and musical unity with Tim's previous work is emphasised by the redeployment of the Clare-based guitarist Garry O'Briain as producer: as before, Garry's beautiful arrangements fully complement Tim's sensitive singing and the abundant lyricism of the texts (Tim performs some of his own favourite poems, set to his own music, as well as providing plenty of his own song-compositions here). Some are sung in English, some in the Irish language - but this is a virtue not a barrier: the charm and impact of pieces such as An Nollaig Theas cannot be denied.
Just three of the songs are performed unaccompanied, and Tim's lilting delivery is unsurpassable. In fact, it's really difficult not to find myself repeating, verbatim, individual observations within my previous glowing and enthusiastic commentary on album number five, Between The Mountains And The Sea - such is the striking consistency and unity in Tim's work. Stirring yet soothing, sensitive yet passionate, these combinations of qualities are found everywhere in Tim's recordings, and Old Boots And Flying Sandals epitomises their expression and appeal. A very high proportion of the songs stand out for their highly memorable poetic sensibility and acute emotional impact, and I'd defy anyone not to respond to Memorial, The Deep End, Keep In Touch, or the chilling Chernobyl imagery of Farewell To Pripyat.
I've struggled to find a caveat with this intensely beautiful CD, but I'd be neglectful in my critical duty if I didn't point out here that anyone who's familiar with Tim's previous releases will need to know that all but five of the sixteen items on this new disc have appeared before on albums by Tim (three on A Winter's Tear, two on A Thimbleful Of Song, three on Farewell To Milton Malbay and four on The Blue Green Door - and that includes Keep In Touch being already included on two different CDs), whereas the closing track, Scarúint, is a recited version of Parting, a poem printed in the booklet of The Blue Green Door. However, although Tim's earlier recorded versions of those songs are just fine as they are, and his "first interpretations" aren't necessarily markedly different per se, the new recordings are far better in terms of possessing a significant degree of additional depth, clarity in texture and extra glimmers of insight, that make them definitely preferable if a choice needs to be made. Having said that, after some careful comparison I'm led to suspect that a handful of the tracks (at least those from albums three and four) have just been remastered rather than completely re-recorded, whereas some of the earlier examples are very definitely blessed with different arrangements. But even bearing those points in mind, I'd still say that if you'd been tempted towards, and finally purchased, any of Tim's previous releases, you'll be well satisfied with Old Boots..., which comes with full lyrics and comprehensive booklet notes, also a short biographical essay setting Tim himself in context, and the disc is housed in a fulsome digipack.
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David Kidman October 2007
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Hailing from the small California town of Oakdale, California, Dennen made an impressive splash with his eponymous self-released debut album of a couple of years back, garnering a contract with Dualtone along the way. Now comes the first release for his new label and, it's fair to say, he can look forward to another hefty sheaf of glowing reviews.
Looking not unlike a red-haired young Steve Forbert, Dennen has an equally distinctive, almost feminine, warbling voice although it's not too hard to discern some obvious influences behind it.
The opening Ain't No Reason, featuring just voice and guitar and veined with socio-political lyrics (themes to which he returns on I Asked When), conjures thought of Tracy Chapman while elsewhere the spirit of Bob Marley hovers over Someday and The One Who Loves You The Most evokes early Dylan while She's Mine could well be the bridge between Billie Holiday and Van Morrison.
The most readily apparent inspiration though is Paul Simon, whose spirit is there in the musical arrangements and phrasings, most notably so on There Is So Much More and, the African flavoured Darlin' Do Not Fear.
However, Dennen is clearly working towards a style and sound of his own, and these easy going, gently melancholic and often disarmingly romantic songs should go a long way to establishing him as a name with a bright future ahead.
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Mike Davies January 2007
Here's another extraordinary new singer/songwriter with a very distinctive voice. What first almost beggars belief is that the guy's only 23 - yet his sounds like an old-time voice from another era almost: a sanctified, high-country-gospel voice laden with drama and with a pronounced tremolo that's just gotta be an acquired taste. Having duly settled into that sound and acquired said taste, you can then settle in and appreciate Chris's songwriting craft. Chris hails from Little Rock, Arkansas, and his life thus far has embraced plenty of sorrow, confusion and heartbreak - all of which you can tell is the strong first-hand experience that suffuses his songs through and through.
Age Old Hunger, Chris's debut recording, presents nine of his compositions. Most influenced by encountering the music of Lefty Frizzell and Hank Thompson at age 17 through his great-uncle's vinyl collection, Chris's own writing contains a similar mix of world-weary emotions, those that reside in the heartland where melancholy meets danger. The best and more reflective of his songs, like the regretful Time, encompass a wealth of experience that fair make you believe Chris has lived multiple past lives. Around half of the songs are rowdier and rockier, several set off with rather Dylanesque harmonica breaks and riffs, but there's no shortchanging of emotional impact or insight. The woeful title track provides a powerful album closer; it's a shame that it follows the disc's two comparatively orthodox covers (of songs by Kristofferson and Cash respectively - clearly respectful, but equally clearly not Chris's own experiences). Chris's band The Old Soles (Chris Atwood and Marcus Lowe) and extra guest musicians Robbie Crowell and Steve Bates are together given just the right kind of rough-house ensemble sound (courtesy of engineer Jason Weinheimer) to complement Chris's knowingly defined musical vision. But hey, I just realised whose voice Chris's most reminds me of - good ol' Jerry Lee!...
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David Kidman March 2008
This wonderful new set is intended as a companion to the recent Fairport At The BBC set. Comprising three CDs and a DVD, it is claimed to contain "99% of Sandy's BBC recordings", including some rare and off-air recordings of sessions long thought "lost" by the BBC. This, of course, necessarily restricts the scope to Sandy's true solo work, so there's nothing from her recordings with Fairport, Fotheringay or the Strawbs.
Disc 1 brings Sandy's 1966 debut at the age of 19, at the BBC's Folk Song Cellar, with amazing renditions of two traditional songs (Fhir A Bhata and Green Grow The Laurels), also the subsequent Cellarful Of Folk session tracks which included her version of then-boyfriend Jackson C. Frank's Blues Run The Game. These are at times quite crumbly, but they're all serviceable enough. Much better in quality are the 15 recordings comprising the remainder of Disc 1, which represent Sandy's sessions for the Bob Harris and John Peel programmes, all but one track of which (Solo, from the September 1973 Peel session) had already appeared on the limited-edition 1997 Strange Fruit CD Sandy Denny - The BBC Sessions 1971-73. Now at the time of that SF disc's compilation, the BBC's archivist had only managed to locate 20 of Sandy's BBC recordings, the rest having been wiped over (standard BBC practice). Interestingly, it was only last year that tapes of virtually all of the remaining BBC recordings came to light in the collection of a Sandy Denny fan (only two items are missing, hence the above "99%" claim), so these are receiving their première outing on disc (having not even appeared on bootlegs thus far, to my knowledge). The Harris and Peel tracks contain some peerlessly assured performances, including a superlative Who Knows Where The Time Goes, and the mid-'71 Harris session is particularly fine.
Disc 2 starts exactly as the SF disc had done, with the celebrated Paris Theatre concert from March 1972. This now gives us all seven songs (Bruton Town having been omitted from the SF release), but, somewhat inexplicably, comes minus Sandy's wonderful introduction where (among other things) she apologises for "not knowing very much boogie-woogie"! This is followed by the November 1973 Sounds On Sunday concert (rather fluttery, but still acceptable in the circumstances), which is interspersed with extracts from an interview with Johnny Moran), then finally a brief BBC World Services interview from 1972.
Disc 3 is the DVD, and this kicks off with ten glorious minutes comprising Sandy's (presumably only?) surviving TV performances: three songs on the BBC TV programme One In Ten (North Star Grassman, Crazy Lady Blues and Late November). The DVD also presents a 38-page slide show of handwritten extracts from Sandy's personal notebooks, which incorporates pages of song lyrics - some, intriguingly, unrecorded - and rare family photos, sketches and recollections, followed by a photo gallery and printed discography. The DVD is a worthwhile, if maddeningly brief, adjunct to the aural material, but the notebook slide-show in particular is intensely fascinating, and I made extensive use of the pause button during its course (all it needed was a zoom-in facility!).
Disc 4, which clocks in at a mere 33 minutes, contains some true rarities in the shape of songs Sandy never recorded anywhere else (like The Quiet Land Of Erin). This disc gathers together the remaining BBC performances in distinctly off-air (home-taped) recordings: these vary considerably in quality, from acceptable (the Spinners TV show tracks, which include a remarkable version of Blackwaterside) to flaky and crumbly (a 1971 North Star Grassman recorded for the Bob Harris show).
I can't comment on the packaging, as review copies didn't include it, but I'd assume it to be complementary to the Fairport BBC box-set release that Island brought out earlier this year. But I'd take it as given that any fans of Sandy will want this new set, containing as it does some recordings that many will have but dim and distant memories of hearing at the time; indeed, I've discovered several which I'd not heard before.
David Kidman October 2007
Sandy Denny - Where The Time Goes (Castle)
This ostensibly unoriginally-titled new CD is in all but name a complete replacement for, and a sizeable expansion of, the 1978 Mooncrest-label disc The Original Sandy Denny, a somewhat confusing (but for a long time the only readily available) collection of Sandy's 1967 folk-circuit recordings which itself was a botched attempt at compiling which I seem to recall underwent several vinyl and at least two CD incarnations with no attempt at correcting the misconceptions or altering its contents.
That "compilation of sorts" was cobbled together from the relevant parts of two Saga-label various-artist LPs (Alex Campbell & Friends and Sandy & Johnny), although with use of incorrect master tapes and other inconsistencies ... So even if you have the 90s CD version of The Original Sandy Denny, this new Castle issue is the one to have, no mistake, not least because the accompanying documentation is superb as befits its subject: a new booklet essay by Sandy's biographer Clinton Heylin which, in pronouncing this Castle disc the final word on Sandy's pre-Fairport recordings (which I'd split hairs and say it ain't quite!), at long last properly clears the fog away from around the details of the many and various LP issues of those recordings, whilst presenting a short and readable general appraisal of Sandy's early performing years. And the beautifully reproduced photographs are almost worth the price alone.
As far as the musical content of this new disc is concerned, it still wins hands down over all previous repackages of the same material. It contains the entire contents of The Original Sandy Denny, plus five alternate takes of tracks from that issue which had appeared on another Saga LP (It's Sandy Denny) in 1970 but which are in most cases markedly superior to the others. These tracks are supplemented by two from the 1969 sessions which produced the Sandy & The Strawbs: All Their Own Work album - Two Weeks Last Summer (which only came to light when the album was being prepared for CD release in 1991) and a landmark early version of the song that was to become her signature tune, Who Knows Where The Time Goes. I did wonder whether it would have been possible - indeed, preferable - to have expanded the anthology to two discs and incorporate the entire contents of the All Our Own Work sessions (since LP and CD versions of that album were at variance). Anyway, what we have here is still an object lesson in how to repackage sensibly.
One other notable feature of this latest issue is the superior sound quality compared with the previous CD transfers which had stupidly retained all the clicks and pops of the original vinyl sources! (the only exception here being the Alex Campbell rendition of Been On The Road So Long, which still sounds very "clicky"). Musically - and not just with the benefit of hindsight - these early recordings are important, and Sandy's voice sounds anything but nascent or primitive. So even if you're already a Sandy Denny fan and/or already have several of these tracks in your collection, this new CD is worth your investment.
David Kidman
[Ed - The history bit: Sandy Denny's final studio recording was Bryn Haworth's 'Moments'. The story goes that Bryn was in Olympic Studios remixing his A&M album 'Grand Arrival' and in another studio at Olympic were Sandy Denny and Trevor Lucas. Sandy heard 'Moments' - a track from 'Grand Arrival' - and wanted to record it. She cut a version of the track in May 1977. Tragically, in less that a year she had died from a brain haemorrhage. 'Moments' was finally released in 1995 on her album 'Attic Tracks 1972-1984'. Bryn's albums are archived under 'H'.)
Universal's admirable Island-classics reissue programme proceeds at a cracking pace with remastered and expanded editions of the four albums that Sandy recorded in the 70s as ostensibly solo ventures. Roughly, the timeframe concerned slots fairly conveniently in between her two relatively brief but memorable stints with Fairport Convention (whose ranks she departed shortly after recording the seminal and largely traditional Liege And Lief LP, only returning to the band some four years later to cut Rising For The Moon), but the reality is a little more complicated than that. Effectively, on leaving Fairport the first time Sandy formed her own band - Fotheringay - with Messrs. Lucas, Donaldson, Donaghue and Conway, a lineup that on its breakup on the verge of finishing recording a second album was to form a kind of fluctuating "house band" for Sandy.
North Star Grassman…, which also featured her ex-Fairport cohort Richard Thompson, is a strong collection of songs that with just a couple of exceptions focuses on Sandy's rapidly developing skills as a songwriter, with a predominant mood of autumnal melancholy that's deeply attractive. That mood is typified by its opening track, Late November (which is also heard here in its original recorded form as an outtake from Fotheringay's unfinished second LP), and the standout highly personal composition Next Time Around, a heartbreaker if ever there was one. The traditional Blackwaterside is also given a sublime treatment here, and a pre-Bunch cover of a chirpy Brenda Lee number provides the makeweight lighter contrast. The remaining three bonus tracks on this reissue are the "strings-less" take of Next Time Around (recently released on the excellent Fledg'ling set A Boxful Of Treasures) and two blowsy covers (Walking The Floor Over You and Losing Game), outtakes which had remained unfinished for a year or four!
By the time of her second solo effort, Sandy, she seemed ready to crack the mainstream audience too, with record company fully behind her in supplying a glossy, moody cover photo and affording an altogether lusher production in which to clothe a really powerful collection of songs both original and contemporary. Sandy had virtually perfected her songwriting craft by now, and the eight new compositions here are among her very best; though less overwhelmingly internal-personal than before perhaps, the common thread binding many of them (eg. The Music Weaver, For Nobody To Hear) is to celebrate the healing power of music, which they do with an intense poetry that's rarely been surpassed. And for that matter, neither has Sandy's choice of covers on this LP - a sublime countrified take on Dylan's Tomorrow Is A Long Time (featuring Pete Kleinow on pedal steel) and a breathtaking acappella multitracked rendition of Richard Fariña's Quiet Joys Of Brotherhood. The reissue of this fine LP is supplemented by five bonus tracks, the chief interest among which is the unusual pair of tracks Sandy recorded as soundtrack for the film Pass Of Arms (originally issued as an EP but rarely heard since); also included is a demo of one of the LP songs, a live version of another (with Fairport in LA two years later) and the French-language version of Listen, Listen that nearly became a single. Its lushness and the increasing prevalence of string arrangements elsewhere on the album proved pointers to Sandy's third solo record, Like An Old Fashioned Waltz, released in the autumn of 1973, which seemed to consolidate her role as première chanteuse and increasingly classy songwriter. This time there was a pronounced contrast between Sandy's original compositions (here distinctly confessional, reflective and wistful in mood, with backdrops centred around her piano rather than guitar) and the two covers (both in the late-night-jazz mould), but the best of these songs were among the most beautiful Sandy ever committed to disc. Bonus tracks include two fine alternate takes of album tracks, a home demo (King And Queen Of England) dating from well over a year after the LP sessions, and a previously unreleased live version of the title track (with Fairport in LA in early '74).
Sandy's final solo album, Rendezvous, arose out of songs composed during early 1976, only after her second sojourn with Fairport (1974) had disintegrated. Its protracted sessions stretched out over many months, and in the case of several songs alternate takes and arrangements involving different personnel were tried before final versions were arrived at. To be fair, it's an uneven album in the end, with a definite degree of stylistic mismatch at times (the soul-sister Take Me Away has never been one of my favourites), but some fine tracks nevertheless (One Way Donkey Ride, the prophetic No More Sad Refrains and a great cover of RT's For Shame Of Doing Wrong - here retitled I Wish I Was A Fool For You) and possibly its grandest moment is the exceptionally powerful All Our Days, with its richly scored yet sensitively managed orchestral accompaniment drenched in intriguing Delian chromatic harmony. Bonus tracks here comprise the promo single B-side Still Waters Run Deep, a home demo of I'm A Dreamer and three covers (two of which, Easy To Slip and Moments, recorded in summer 1977, proved Sandy's final recordings) - but surprisingly not By The Time It Gets Dark, a track from the original album sessions (although at least it's now available elsewhere, on the Boxful set). So, summing up, Island have done us proud once again with these expanded reissues, for the remastering is excellent and the packaging (including new notes by David Suff) very attractive. Definitive editions these certainly are, and not before time.
David Kidman
Sandy Denny - A Boxful of Treasures (Fledgling)
Headline news this – one box-set that should be in every home that has any pretension to housing genuine music lovers. It celebrates, intensely lovingly, the enormous and still illogically underappreciated talent of Sandy Denny – fine singer, fine songwriter, ex-Fairporter, who so tragically died in April 1978. But there's already a Sandy Denny box-set, I hear you cry – well, OK, sort of, but notwithstanding the fact that Hannibal's Who Knows Where The Time Goes? box-set is currently unavailable, for whatever reason, you have to take into consideration also the important fact that the whole standard to which box-sets aspire has moved on apace since then, and this new one, stretching to five extremely well-filled discs, is absolutely exemplary by today's high standards. For a start, it is genuinely representative and takes in all phases of Sandy's criminally short career – from extremely promising solo singer who was at times strangely uncertain of her own talent, to her work with the Strawbs, through her turbulent days with the early Fairport, her breakaway with Fotheringay and subsequent rejoining of Fairport, to her fully-fledged solo work. Here on these five discs we get Sandy's almost-first (well, very early) and (very) last recordings, between which there's a sensible and thorough large helping of the acknowledged Sandy classics, some highly significant alternate takes and radio session tracks, and some illuminating demos of both early and late vintage. A third of the tracks (29 out of 88) are previously unreleased too (at any rate officially!) – notably on Disc 5, subtitled "a collection of rarities and demos", which includes a generous selection of stark home-demos for the album that was to become Rendezvous. At the outset, I'll get the inevitable out of the way – we all have our favourite Sandy recordings, so there will be substitutions for any one person's ideal compilation (I know folks who'd want her appearance on Led Zepp's Battle Of Evermore included here!), but let's not make too much of that. Instead let's embark on this epic six-hour journey through Sandy's recorded legacy:
Disc 1 presents Sandy feeling her way (pretty confidently, it must be said) through traditional song (early home demos of Geordie and She Moved Through The Fair), typical staple folk repertoire of the time (3.10 To Yuma, This Train – tracks taken from albums Sandy made with friends like Johnny Silvo and Alex Campbell) and some early examples of her own songwriting. A fascinating example of the latter is the brief Boxful Of Treasure, which uses an early version of the basic melody that was later to achieve fame in the guise of Fotheringay. Of the dozen or so cuts Sandy recorded with the Strawbs, here we get three of the most captivating – Sail Away To The Sea, Tell Me What You See In Me and an impressive early version of the celebrated Who Knows Where The Time Goes?. Disc 1's zenith is then reached with an amazing solo demo of Autopsy, the strange shifting tempos of the final, and very different, version of which were to disturb Fairport's Unhalfbricking so memorably less than a year later. The other contemporaneous demo Now And Then is almost as interesting; it's followed by a couple of choice radio session tracks (though I'd probably have put Suzanne in there instead of Bird On A Wire), and Disc 1 then closes with three representative tracks from the What We Did On Our Holidays LP (I don't suppose anyone could forgive the compilers if they'd missed out Meet On The Ledge now?!).
Disc 2 is the one with the lowest proportion of previously unreleased material, but it still provides an unrivalled listening sequence – that is, once you're over the first two tracks (Si Tu Dois Partir and Cajun Woman) that make for a bit of a throwaway start. No decent Sandy Denny collection would be complete without the landmark, epic Unhalfbricking version of A Sailor's Life – many fans would say that if ever just one track summed up her years with Fairport then it has to be that one; so here it is in all its ultra-hypnotic 11-minute glory. Three tracks from Liege And Lief (sensibly including Tam Lin rather than Matty Groves, but curiously omitting Crazy Man Michael), then a radio session version of Sir Patrick Spens featuring Sandy doing a sterling job of telling the tale (a task which fell to Swarb when the song finally got recorded for Full House, of course). Three tracks from Fotheringay's album follow, with a generous addendum in the form of a really lovely, luxuriously-paced rendition of the country classic Silver Threads And Golden Needles (another previously unreleased gem), a live Nothing More and the two extra tracks from the Fotheringay album sessions (Gypsy Davey and Late November), whilst sandwiched in amongst these there's a fine acapella Lowlands Of Holland, taken from a 1971 radio session, proving that Sandy still possessed a breathtaking command of traditional song.
Disc 3 charts the first segment of Sandy's solo years, starting with three tracks from the muddled, haphazard North Star Grassman And The Ravens LP (including the enigmatic title track, not an obvious choice perhaps, and I think the solo BBC session version would have sat better here). Sandy's contribution to Ian Matthews' Thro' My Eyes is an imaginative interpolation in the running order, while the fun side-project The Bunch – Rock On is represented by Learning The Game and the decidedly strange Pass Of Iron soundtrack by the comparatively straightforward Here In Silence. A clutch of fine pre-Sandy demos precede the mandolin-sodden French-language Écoute, Écoute, then the selection of album tracks brings forth the excellent Quiet Joys Of Brotherhood and The Music Weaver, and Disc 3's pièce-de-resistance, a glorious solo take of No End (the song that was to so memorably close Sandy's supremely beautiful Like An Old-Fashioned Waltz album the following year). A radio session track and an brassily-augmented Fotheringay-backed cover of Walking The Floor Over You close this disc.Disc 4 then takes us through the final four years of Sandy's life, which produced her mature final two solo albums and in between which she rejoined Fairport for the classic Rising For The Moon album. Disc 4 includes radio versions of two tracks from Old-Fashioned Waltz, along with a juicy alternate (string-less) take of At The End Of The Day, then two previously unreleased tracks recorded with Fairport in February 1974 at the LA Troubadour. Rising is represented by two solo demos and two album tracks, then the admittedly patchy Rendezvous by two album tracks and two further cuts (By The Time It Gets Dark and No More Sad Refrains) recorded at the album sessions. Disc 4 concludes with Sandy's final three studio recordings, which show Sandy branching out into hitherto unvisited areas with covers of Lowell George's funky Easy To Slip and Bryn Haworth's chillingly reflective Moments.
Disc 5, the bonus disc slipped into the package, contains in addition to the aforementioned Rendezvous home-demos, a further two different versions of By The Time It Gets Dark and some more unreleased nuggets ranging from 1972 through to 1976 (only one, All Our Days, has no date listed, which may be just a simple oversight). If by the end of Disc 4 you're still not convinced that Sandy was simply one of the greatest female performers of the decade spanning mid-60s to mid-70s, then shame on you – and Disc 5 (rough though some of the demos are) should sway you into capitulation. Then, as if all that gorgeous music weren't enough, there's the accompanying booklet to contend with – a glorious 56 pages, full colour, loads of super photos, suitably informative general biographical essay by Jim Irvin, properly informative track-notes interwoven with tributes and memories from fellow-performers who knew Sandy, excellent standard of design and layout (and registration and printing) with some really attractive artwork. All of which adds up to an honest and utterly sincere celebration of Sandy's talent, orchestrated and compiled with love by folks who really do understand and appreciate – and importantly, deeply love – her music-making. Here am I gettin' all emotional again! I can't praise it highly enough.
David Kidman
Joe Derrane, Séamus Connolly & John McGann - The Boston Edge (Mapleshade Records)
The press handout describes this release thus: "a 'dream team' Irish trio plays traditional jigs, reels and airs with passion and originality", so what gives it the "edge" of the title over other instrumental albums which might be similarly depicted? Well, the Boston edge refers to the distinct advantage of the superlative virtuosity of the three musicians who come from the Boston (Mass.) area. Button accordionist Joe, fiddler Séamus and guitarist/mandolinist John first played as a trio onstage at a New York club in 1999, an occasion noted by all who attended as bringing to the scene something worth pursuing further, an outstanding tightness of ensemble allied to brilliant solo work. Cementing the musicians' approach was their mutual deep respect and enjoyment of each other's music, and once they'd worked together it then seemed the most natural thing to continue the working relationship. After five years of memorable concert performances, at last we have a recording to treasure. It highlights their seamless togetherness, boosted by arrangements that are carefully prepared and yet remain flexible enough to allow inspired touches of improvisation or ornamentation or else felicitous swopping-round of the carrying of the melodic line from, say, accordion or fiddle onto guitar, giving surprising and delightful twists to one's expectations. The skill of these musicians in creatively rethinking well-trodden session staples is stunning, whether they're tackling sets compiled entirely from Irish sources or mixing in Scottish or Cape Breton tunes to demonstrate the cross-fertilisation and enriching of the different tune traditions. Highlights of this album for me are the sparkling opening set, the fiery lead work throughout but especially on the amazingly together fiddle/accordion duet that comprises two-thirds of the set of reels on track 9, also on the Humours Of Lisheen/McMahon's Jig/The Merry Old Woman set (track 7), the joyous sense of rhythm on the hornpipes (track 10), and, on a smaller canvas track 6, an entire set played solo by John on mandolin, a benchmark of agility and imaginative interpretation the like of which you don't often encounter on albums of Irish traditional music. But on every single track the playing exhibits a rich but vigorous energy that's absolutely captivating, with a healthily varied interplay between parts that's born of true understanding between the players. Each set is played at a sensible speed (not rushed through as if to fit onto one side of a 78!), allowing the felicities of melody to emerge through the spring in the step that the players' keen rhythmic sense deploys. And what's also important, listening to the music on this album rather often brings a smile to the face - a nice touch that (just lend an ear to the delicious swing of track 8 for instance!). It starts off really good, but then just goes on getting better, and you really don't want it to end! The only drawback as far as I can hear, albeit a minor one, is with the recorded sound, which isn't ideally clear, the guitar sound in particular being somewhat boomy or boxy in the ensemble context - or maybe I've heard too many state-of-the-engineer's-art recordings lately? But the 64 minutes of this seriously enjoyable album just fly by – take it from me!
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David Kidman
Knighted By The Blues opens with The Mess Around, a famous song (written by Ahmet Ertegun) and Derringer is a famous artist, having played with the McCoys as far back as 1965 on Hang On Sloopy. He went on to be an able sideman for Johnny and Edgar Winter as well as launching his own solo career. He plays this at high pace with searing guitar as you would expect. Derringer doesn't over complicate things and when you do that, things are unlikely to go wrong. The gritty Sometimes is a bit heavier and Derringer's voice is superb as is his guitar playing. He has certainly stood up to the test of time. Give Me Some Money is a stylish blues that swings along just fine and he delivers a fine version of If 6 Was 9, a Jimi Hendrix written chugging blues. He has certainly not lost any of his panache through the years and he delivers a big solo. The eponymous title track is a strolling blues – sophisticated night club stuff and exquisitely performed.
Jenda is not up to the standard of the rest of the album but we'll forgive him one average track. The lively instrumental Cat On A Hot Tin Roof is jazz rock with intricate runs and able backing from Ron Reinhardt on keyboards. My Gals Kinda Crazy is a classy hard core Chicago blues and Derringer lets rip. Time To Go is a driving blues that is let down slightly by the vocal but that's only a small criticism as the guitar work is superb and more than makes up for it. He finishes with the sultry Funny I Still Love You, which is the kind of slow blues that Clapton excels at. Written by Ray Charles, it sounds a bit like Hard Times.
You don't last as long as Rick Derringer without being good and Knighted By The Blues shows how good.
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David Blue September 2009
I could cop out and say that this latest offering from the premier Sligo outfit is another reliable collection of songs and tune-sets, with tried and trusty elements such as Cathy Jordan's gorgeous voice, Liam Kelly's whistle and flute playing, Tom Morrow's fiddle, Shane Mitchell's accordion and the twin-string dream team of Michael Holmes and Brian McDonagh all present and correct and firing on all the usual cylinders. But this release marks a definite change in emphasis and approach, for on this occasion the six-piece is augmented by twice that number of guest musicians, and influences from other musical arenas, particularly across the Atlantic, figure more prominently in the mix – which may or may not be a good thing depending on your personal predilections. And, perhaps even more significantly, only one of the songs (Lord Levett) is strictly traditional in origin, and even that one is now set to a quite mournful air composed by Cathy herself which arguably sits less easily than the melody we're used to hearing with this ballad. As for the remainder of the vocal tracks, Brendan Graham's powerful Crucán Na bPáiste (here, unusually, given a sparse piano backing) could probably pass for traditional, while Sharon Vaughn has adapted the near-traditional tale of Grainne (the pirate queen), and Tir Na nOg's Sonny Condell is responsible for the quirky Cat She Went A-Hunting. Elsewhere, there's Suzanne Vega's The Queen And The Soldier, which contrasts with Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves (the erstwhile Cher hit), the latter receiving an especially earthy and committed reading from Cathy and her cohorts. The five instrumental tracks go well, and I particularly enjoyed the inspired Bealtime Set (which incorporates a hop-jig), the hot conclusion to The Jolly Tinker reel and Tom's two excellent new tunes on the fiery Heading Home set. Everything is clearly and precisely recorded (that goes without saying!), and there's a brilliant sense of presence too; but the more purist of Dervish fans may draw the line at instances such as the full, heavily augmented (almost orchestrated) string sound on My Bride And I, say, or the crowded textures of the Coolea Jigs set. Me, I find it depends on my mood at the time of listening – sometimes I feel the time-honoured Dervish ensemble identity is in real danger of being submerged by the thicker textures and the sheer weight of the guest contributions, but at other times I find the latter give a different sense of impetus and urgency to the existing balance, a not-so-subtle shift which creates a sense of occasion unique to this record and not altogether a bad thing. The jury's still out to some extent, but I think I'm inclining more toward the latter, more favourable view on repeated exposure. My only criticism of the attractive and informative package is the refusal of the otherwise well-detailed credits to identify exactly who's playing on which tracks.
David Kidman June 2008
David Kidman
Noted purveyors of driving folk-roots-rock with a zydeco/cajun twist, Desperate Men have a reputation to die for on the West Midlands live circuit, and are regularly mentioned in the same breath as the Saw Doctors and Oysterband. Impressive, huh?! Fronted by John Richards (see Behind The Lines review), the remainder of this vibrant six-piece band consists of Emma Richards on vocals, Steve Watton (ex-R&B keyboardist) on suitably swampy accordion, Paul Dowswell on rockin' electric guitars, Pete Meyrick on bass and Dave Jones on drums. And what a fine noise they make; this CD's a rousing bon-temps experience, great for in-car play but also containing enough subtlety of detail to stand the scrutiny of closer home listening.
The material's half John's own and half covers. John's songs here, in contrast to those on his excellent solo album, are direct and earthy in feeling rather than philosophical or conscience-driven; that shouldn't imply any lack of substance, for the album's fine closer Warm Night On A Slow Moving Train very probably wouldn't have been out of place on Behind The Lines. One or two of the latter (Thompson's Wall Of Death, Bragg's A New England) border on being solid and efficient rather than specially inspired (though they'd surely more than pass muster in a live context, no doubt), but Emma's rendition of Clive Gregson's Blessing In Disguise turns out to be one of the highpoints of the CD. The playing's tight and muscular, with plenty of light and shade where the material demands it, and no hint of routine; the production by Mick Dolan is exemplary - believably balanced and with an abundance of both clarity and depth. The press handout describes New Tricks as "slick but with dirt beneath its nails" - I can't sum it up any better.
David Kidman
If the rustle of calico or the smell of fresh linen drying in the crisp breeze had a voice, it would sound like Indiana singer-songwriter Detor. Her vocal purity veined with a hint of world weary torchy seductress (heard to fine effect on the Paris jazz lounge piano crooner Dinner With Chantel), Detor cites Cohen as a prime influence, manifested less in the music than her poetic lyrics with their storyteller insights and observations.
Detor has a novelist's way with words, here masterfully illustrated by the title track's evocation of memories of family and childhood through the filter of hide and seek games or in the resonant use of images of leaves, clothing, a crust of stale bread. In Marlene In A Movie (a Deitrich inspired number guaranteed to roll out of the Suzanne Vega comparisons), with its flute and brass arrangements, she talks of 'the ghosts and the bones in the folds of your dress'. How striking a line is that!
Apparently informed by her travels through South America, Europe and the Midwest and the stories she collected, there's a musical richness here. A duet with Carrie Newcomer, Lay Him Down is Appalachian gospel straight out of Oh Brother while the Cormac McCarthy conjuring Pretty Horses Run (where her voice soars with the same spine-shivering effect she brought to Mudshow's title track) with its images of inevitable endings unfurling over tinkling piano and rippling dobro is laid back shuffling 40s jazzy folk. Coloured by gypsy fidddle and harmonica, Waterline is backwoods folk wrapped around a spell casting chant chorus that evokes the old religion to put an end to the physical and emotional drought.
Maybe it's the Independence Day reference, but the slow train rhythmed Robert Johnson Has Left Mississippi calls Springsteen to mind in another song that on rising waters and the absence of God suggesting (along with the sleeve painting) that perhaps the New Orleans floods may have had some input to her writings. Maybe because her folks are in the swimming pool business, but with inner sleeve photos of her up to her thighs in the sea, water clearly carries much symbolic import for Detor. Reminiscent of Shawn Colvin, the hymnal sounding The World Is Water is another song with an aquatic bent. here there's a sense of tidal ebb and flow, an enduring faith that what the world takes away it will one day return.
And if death and loss, with attendant guilt or denial, inform both the lushly arranged Icarus and the piano waltzing How Will I Know, the jaunty, tuba parping acoustic folk blues Go Ahead And Wait sees suicidal feelings being deferred ('today, there's only just a little sorrow') by eternal optimism. Listening to Detor sing it's impossible not to feel that same joy of just being alive.
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Mike Davies November 2007
When Grammy winner Carrie Newcomer says someone's one of the bets singer-songwriter's they've heard in years it's probably a good idea to take a listen. Out of LA now based in rural Suthern Indiana, Detor plays piano and writes observational story songs riddled with melodic hooks, so that probably means she'll be fighting off Norah Jones comparisons. They're nothing alike. Imagine instead a dark voiced Judy Collins genetically linked to Leonard Cohen, early Billy Joel, Jim Croce, Joni Mitchell and Tom Waits before he went clanky.
These are perceptive small town portraits, rich in all their little dreams of better lives (the beery swaggering oompah rhythmed Steal Me A Car) and escape (the funky blues All I Need Is A Driver), loneliness (I'm Still Here), and the gossip of unfaithful husbands and 'just about everything there is' that the jaded narrator, fed up of it all, lists in Abigayle's Song.
The title track, a wonderful rolling piano chords number, draws on collaborator David Weber's days in a travelling circus trapeze act, wistful ballads Buffalo Bill (a divorcee wishes for a hero to take her away) and The Ghosts Of Peach Street sepia toned faded photographs of unfulfilled yesterdays, and Tell Me A Story a sad lullaby about how fairy tales and tooth fairies always prove to be let downs.
Yet for all her downbeat images of the heartlands, she still finds the grace within those who live and endure, those who, like the voices in the folk gospel anthemic The Hampton Sisters find the music in the patterns of life and the glory that will remain when frail flesh has passed. It's a magnificent album, one you'll be playing long into your old age.
Mike Davies, April 2006
With Tindersticks apparently no more, the label's obviously been out shopping for a replacement. Thus this Berlin based Australian trio whose low mumbling singer, Conrad Standish also manages to take care of the Nick Cave comparisons. They're not as musically lugubrious as the 'sticks, but their album's certainly steeped in dark shades of gloom, menace, and desolate melancholy, variously carried along on rolling folk chords, rumbling, snarling guitar feedback or mournful violin.
"My mother she was a whore, she was lost before I was born, my father I barely knew when he said hold on...then he kicked away the chair" intones Standish on the title track, one of the cheerier love songs in their universe of black humour, crushing disappointment and life's harsh geography that sport titles like the mournful What's A Place Like That Doing In A Girl Like You, The Night I Couldn't Stop Crying and I Don't Want To Lose You Tonight.
Even the appearance of Bic Runga on A Man Of Fortune can't dispel the album's pervasive funereal nature, her usually sweet vocals taking on an air of beaten down weariness. If that cut evokes comparisons to Cave's Murder Ballads albums, and his Kylie collaboration in particular, elsewhere you'll spot hints of Lou Reed, Calexico, The Triffids and Leonard Cohen as the band mould an array of musical shapes and instruments into their intoxicating web of sound.
Probably not best listened to with pills or razor blades close at hand, but like its title, this burns with a smouldering heat that will warm you long into the coldest night.
Mike Davies, Sept 2006
This 15 piece Birmingham outfit are a powerhouse of traditional Eastern European music, taking in klezmer, polka, mazurka and Romany gypsy folk filtered through the same sensibilities as Hawk & A Hacksaw, Devotchka and Gogol Bordello and laced with very modern concerns about financial collapse, big brother surveillance and genetic experimentation.
Clearly nodding to Vincent Price's turn on Thriller, Utopia Bypass provides a creepy spoken intro (they repeat the trick on Edgar Allen Poe-styled horror story The Glass Coffin Burial Of Professor Zurinak) before the title track launches in with its roaring Cossack carnival knees up, sudden outbreak of Greek dancing and, with fez wearing Paul Murphy's gravel and smoke beat poetry narrative curling around the rhythms, lyrics that reinforce the city's multicultural soul with references to banghra, tabla, bodhran, conga and dragon dance.
There's no time to catch your breath before you're caught up with Sirba, a roaring trad instrumental that begins with a trumpet reveille and includes a snatch of I Want To Be Like You from The Jungle Book before collapsing in the corner.
Where Has The Money Gone? is a wah wah chugging funk 'n' Balkan number about Bernard Madoff and thieves that "breakfast like Prometheus" in his penthouse suite while the gloriously titled Stork Crossing Dudley Canal is a tuba, trombone and trumpet showcase mariachi free jazz break down instrumental.
A flurry of brass, beatnik jazz, and Tom Waits clatter race through the paranoia twitchy surveillance and 'war on terror' subterfuge of Cavalcade, then it's time for a couple of instrumentals. The Case of The Dangerous Flamingo plays like the score to some imaginary silent noir thriller movie while the seven minute trad The Flying Kopanitas conjures images of Sidney Greenstreet lurking around Moroccan minarets and markets with its sultry snake charmer melody, flamenco guitar and oud (?) before a whistle blows and it erupts into a mutant Celtic hoe down.
Addressing the obsession with immortality, Methuselah Mouse returns to the cabaret horror narrative mood of Glass Coffin with Murphy talking through the tale of lab experiments to halt the ageing process (eruditely name dropping Gilgamesh, Utanapishtim and Oisin along the way for literary buffs) and its wry moral fable punch line.
And, just to show their passports aren't entirely filled with Balkan stamps, they throw a geographical curve for the remaining two numbers, heading off to Italy (singing in Italian) for the full blooded viva la musica flamenco of Questa Canzone and the Latin crooning hot club and Grappelli tinged accordion flavoured Torregaveta: il lamento di Cristina. The latter sounds all very romantic, until you find the translation reveals it to actually be the true story about two gypsy sisters, drowned at sea while people played on the beach and who now "lie in silence on the cold marble of the morgue." An Andrea Bocelli cover is not anticipated.
Chaotic, frenzied euphoria has rarely had such a brilliant house band.
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Mike Davies October 2009
Though Montreal-born alt. country songwriter Angela grew up in Cape Breton, her music is not influenced by the folk music of that region but instead markedly by that of her avowed main musical inspirations Lucinda Williams and Gillian Welch. She returned to Montreal, working with local bluegrass and country groups, waiting a while to release this, her debut CD, which turns out to be a sparkling set of accessibly-country songs whose main interest comes with the jaded twist to her lyrics. The more pensive numbers like If Only, Made Up Your Mind and Bury Me Deeper probably come off best (shame the lyrics aren't included in the booklet by the way), while the more easygoing, uptempo songs don't seem to have quite the bite or individuality of melodic line that would make them stand out. But at least Angela's a pretty good singer, though not possessing any special quality that would mark her up into the Lucinda class, and she's got the ear for a good arrangement (although the slightly opaque, occasionally muted quality of the actual recording lessens the potential impact of this disc at times). Among her sidemen here are Mike Feuerstack, Eric Digras, Jean-Guy Grenier, Mike Moya and Jesse Levine, all perfectly competent though not previously known to me, whereas drummer Howard Bilerman formerly played for Arcade Fire, and producer Brian Paulson has worked with Wilco. In all, Wandering Eyes isn't an unimpressive debut, sure, tho' more Lucinda than Gillian I think in the end, but it's not just the "eyes" that have it, for attention wanders too at times, certainly on the evidence of the handful of plays I've had time to give the disc thus far. Let's see what Angela comes up with next time round.
David Kidman December 2006
He may still be best known for his days as leader of Mink DeVille, the Spanish Stroll Springsteen, but over the years he's proven himself adept in a variety of genres. As if to prove the point, his latest album, steeped in his experiences of New Orleans, feels almost like a musical CV sampler as tracks switch from roots to blues to funk and blues with fluid ease.
Opening in shades of slouch n swagger Dylan with So So Real, he happily confesses to being the nearly man as he sings 'I ain't no rocket, just a shooting star', but one who remains in love with what he does. On then to the growly vocals, brassy reggae chops and New Orleans soul of Been There Done That where he sounds like Dr John channelling Bob Marley before When I Get Home picks up the gospel torch and lights a roots candle to light his journey on the 'greyhound sea'.
It's back to New Orleans for the drunken funeral lurch of The Band Played On where he adopts a gummy vocal to sound like Van Morrison in his cups as he pays homage to the city's resilience. Then it's down to the Cajun swamps for a loose limbed voodoo blues You Got The World In Your Hands and back to the closest cantina for the Mexicali unrequited love romance cha cha I Remember the First Time.
Given his leathered look on the album sleeve, it feels wholly in character when Stars That Speak sees him turn into the bastard child of Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen as he talks his way through another romance drenched song (written in Paris back in 1980 ) about artistic drive as an aged sculptor chances upon the figure of a woman he carved in his youth. It's like Rodin as lived by Bukowski.
He's in recitation mode again for the final cut, The Mountains of Manhattan, with echoes of Morrison's lizard king person as, to Pete Thomas' tribal percussion, he spins a myth of 'tattoo spirited warriors and turtle women', superimposing images of the past on the landscape of the present, from natural forest to urban one.
There's one cover, here, a lovely countrified version of criminally overlooked 60s singer-songwriter Paul Siebel's Louise, a perfect grace note on an album that once more underlines just what a neglected talent DeVille truly is. The legendary Doc Pomus, with whom he collaborated on several songs, once said of him ' the harsh reality in his voice and phrasing is yesterday, today, and tomorrow; timeless in the same way that loneliness, no money, and troubles find each other and never quit for a minute." Sounds about right to me.
Mike Davies April 2008
The Devil's Interval, rather intriguingly named after a particular sounding-together of three notes which a decent music encyclopaedia might describe as "a tritone of notoriously sinister dissonance", is in fact the collective name for three fine young harmony singers (Jim Causley, Lauren McCormick and Emily Portman) who first met in 2002 at Newcastle University while studying for the Traditional Music degree. They'd first made an impression on me around 18 months ago when they appeared at the launch of the Songlinks 2 project, since which time they've gone from strength to strength with appearances at many folk festivals and as part of the Waterson: Carthy Yuletide Show Frost And Fire both last year and this. They've been hailed as "English folk's new supergroup", and whilst in my humble opinion that errs on the side of extravagant hype they certainly have a lot to offer, especially in terms of confidence, accomplishment and integrity.
They have a deep - and lively - interest in traditional song, one that transcends mere academicism and eschews the driness of that approach, preferring to view the tradition as a living, breathing phenomenon; in that regard they clearly take their inspiration from close listening to the source singers on the Voice Of The People sets and in particular, they aver, from the earthy, free-spirited singing style of the travelling people. That term "free spirit" is important, for it describes both the creativity with which the Devil's Interval come to express the songs and communicate their excitement in what they're doing, and their belief that all song is grist to the mill, whether it be traditional balladry or music-hall, Tom Waits or Bette Midler covers. (Not that we get any of the latter on this CD, I hasten to add ) The trio's debut album presents a good cross-section, though I'm not entirely convinced that the running-order of the tracks does either the singers or the material complete justice. Also, I don't always quite "connect" with their treatments of their chosen material, at least on first acquaintance; it may be that the trio's sheer daring takes a bit of getting used to, even for those of us who are normally of an adventuresome disposition. There are some extraordinary seat-of-the-pants moments in those harmonies, to be sure, and the often surprisingly restrained arrangements contain some serious subtleties to get your ears round.
On a first hearing, what you notice at once - indeed, what startles most, perhaps - is the relatively vast contrast between the three individual voices, not just in their actual coloristic or tonal qualities; they work together far better than you might imagine having heard them in a solo context. The timbre of Jim's voice is rich, solid and confident, at one moment lulling you into a sense of comfort yet at another quite disturbing, not least in its wondrous elasticity of line; Emily's enthusiastic, commendably precise, sibilant delivery complementing and contrasting with Lauren's smoother melodiousness yet both displaying that enviable combination of youthful (almost coy) innocence and full-bodied (thrusting) strength.
No exaggeration, but each time I play this disc I get the compulsion to replay at least some of it almost at once because I just know it will reveal more and more the next time: this is a rather special category for a new disc to be in! Examples: well, I always start Silver Dagger with trepidation, for (like some other tracks) it feels a bit polite and mannered at first and takes a while to "click" but it soon proves compulsive listening, as does (though immediately this time) the trio's haunting version of The Leaves Of Life. The delightful homespun-philosophy commentary of Studying Economy sounds fun to sing (and empathise with!), and fresh each time you hear it despite the tightness of the arrangement. The melancholy sequence just past midway through the disc, comprising two carols and Down Among The Dead Men, is superbly managed (and I wonder how many other listeners will, like me, hear uncanny resonances of Shirley Collins in Lauren's singing of her own May Carol?); Bonfire Carol in particular (which Devil's Interval are indeed lucky to have "squeezed out of Chris Coe"!) is a real discovery. Although the trio are committed to acappella singing, there's a smidgen of instrumental accompaniment on a small handful of the tracks. Long Lankin is given an episodic, quasi-retro treatment that smacks of something from the halcyon days of electro-folk (and arguably loses a little in holding-power and contemporary credibility by not going the whole hog down that road). Two Crows cavort along with a slightly lugubrious morris-y gait, a delicious rendition that's mildly spoilt only by some unnecessary crow-impersonations (caws for concern there, naughty Mr Cawsley - sic!). And while still waxing ornithological, the DI's choice of the Queen Caroline Hughes version of The Cuckoo is both bold and highly inspired. The disc closes with a jolly syncopated knees-up rendition of the old string-puller Blow Me Jack where I'd swear you can feel the "synchronised dance routine" of the participants! Yes, an intriguing disc that indicates much promise for this scintillating combination of vocal talents.
David Kidman October 2006
Vocalist Colin has a breathy quiver of a voice that well suits the album's reflective sometimes claustrophobic mood as the songs move through their urban relationship narratives, taking in samples, beat box loops and lush orchestral arrangements as well as simple acoustic settings to get their thoughtful impact over. There Is A Light sounds oddly like a mix of Del Amitri and David Gray, but you'll also hear hints of Bono and Dylan (both of them simulatenously on the wondrous, chiming Strangest Things) while recording their debut in Daniel Lanois' studio obviously left behind some atmospheric influences.
They get a bit harsh on the distortion pulsating People Still Believing, the musical context reflecting the angry nature of the lyrics while Static In The Flow has a sweet sweating poison and flurries of noise churning over its melodic roll, but generally speaking the intent is to lull rather than disturb, something they pull off with accomplished finesse on Wide Open and Montreal. There's a cinematic soundscape to much here, so no surprise to discover that, following on from the inclusion of Waiting, the title track from the last album, being used on Six Feeth under, the album's already been tapped for songs to be featured in both TV and big screen releases, the stand-out title number earmarked to crop up in an episode of MTV'sd The Real World.
Mike Davies
Here Barbara fulfils her latest ambition, to preserve in video form a contemporary concert performance that truly encapsulates her vocal and interpretive skills. Inevitably, it totally surpasses Barbara's previous VHS release (of a live show at the RAH, twenty years ago), and builds on the success of her most recent CD Time And Tide, continuing her fruitful artistic collaboration with Troy Donockley, whose inventive and superbly musical arrangements form the backdrop to the wonderfully controlled ebb and flow of Barbara's soaring voice. Just three of the 19 songs on this DVD are common to the CD, but there's no feeling of duplication or déjà-vu. Indeed, the DVD presents a rounded selection of material covering all bases, from keen revisits of traditional songs (Dónal Óg, The Great Silkie, Eriskay Love Song) to equally keen covers (Dylan, Harrison, Rafferty, James Taylor and a particularly sensitive rendition of Love Hurts) and show hits (Lloyd Webber, Willy Russell), together forming a magisterial sequence of performances which perfectly showcase Barbara's versatility and taste. And of course there are plenty of fine contributions from the backing band (Troy D, Nick Holland, Pete Zorn, Brad Lang and Russell Field). It's a polished, professional show in every respect, and the DVD's a faithful, magnificently state-of-the-art record of that show that won't disappoint. I actually prefer it to the Time And Tide CD if truth be told (good though that was/is). There's also a bonus disc, which features pre-concert preparation on location at Spilsby, Lincs., as well as interviews with Barbara and band members.
David Kidman June 2008
Maurice Dickson - A Year In The Life (Mo Music)
Belfast engineer turned gypsy troubadour, Dickson's been travelling the road for 25 years, four and a half of which were spent honing his craft in Europe and North Africa. Making various pit stops to record five albums as his style shifted from r&b to acoustic stylings, he's back now with a sixth. Recorded in the in the middle of nowhere in the Brecon Beacons (though presumably sufficiently on the map to allow a string section and assorted backing musicians to find their way), its country folk melodies seems to have distilled the essence of the surroundings so that songs come infused with the scent of loam, leaves, morning dew and dusk mists.
He has the tang of years spent in smoky Irish bars to his breathy, dust lined vocals, the lessons of bringing a sparkle to heartaches well learned to judge by the break up but not broke down Baby Blue. Not that he doesn't acknowledge the pain too. The jaunty Appalachian blues feel of In Your Company hides a loneliness for love let slip away while both Lady of Love and War Paint & Feathers recount the way both sexes can promise forever and then turn like the weather or the notes of a tune. Reflecting the world outside, several numbers deal with current world situations, the slow march Cold Blows This Wind questioning the endless wars into which leaders have led their nations over centuries, Texas Pride a bluegrass cajun stomp about going to war for oil with the help of Maggie Blair sung in the voice of, oh go on take a guess, that tellingly gives way to a masterclass spooky windswept Eastern textured guitar instrumental titled The Road To Basra.
But, whether it's women or world leaders trying to disfigure his life, Dickson remains defiantly resilient and open to hope. A dramatically moody Spanish inflected The Gypsy Queen (shades of Chris De Burgh I suspect) celebrates the magic of hands entwining like rhyme, Spread Your Wings is a Texas flavoured harmonica wailing, fiddle scraping hayseed stomper about taking that chance and learning to dance (it's a metaphor, right) while the fiery tribal rhythmed Spirit of Music and the sparse, nigh unaccompanied The Journey are triumphant celebrations of the uplifting healing power of music and a life lived to the full.
Mike Davies
Tina Dico - Far (Finest Gramophone)
Recently heard contributing vocals to two tracks on Zero 7's When It Falls, like fellow female collaborator Sia, the blonde Danish six footer is now capitalising on the exposure and striking out with a solo album. It's not her first, she'd released her debut three years back but, while big back home (where she was just voted Best Composer at the Danish Music Critic Awards and won a Best Songwriter Grammy at the Danish Music Awards) it received little exposure outside Denmark. Things should be different this time.
She's been compared to Joni Mitchell but a closer parallel would more likely be a slightly folksier Judy Tzuke or Natalie Inbrulgia, or perhaps a less enervated Julee Cruise. Break of Day is cool chilled pop with a beats anchored rhythm over which her voice swoops while the opening swirling sultry heat of Warm Sand underlines the sensuality that ripples through her work. With its big swelling hook chorus Haunted should attract the Sheryl Crow audience but it's the folkier numbers that prove the strongest here, a five minute Let's Get Lost that gradually builds to a crescendo and stabbing guitar and, the simple acoustic closing end of relationship track, Back Where We Started, where you suspect she may have stumbled across a few early Janis Ian albums somewhere along the line. At only six track's it's more of an extended EP than an album but it affords ample enticement to look forward to a fuller collection in the near future.
Mike Davies
Mainstay of Squeeze and masterly songwriter of long standing and much repute, Chris last released a solo album back in 2002 (I Didn't Get Where I Am), which I missed somehow. I'm glad to have had the chance to catch the followup, however, for it's a top-notch collection of 13 brand new gems which match biting wit and down-to-earth lyrical candour with a certain nostalgic whimsy and commercial savvy. Few songwriters can honestly achieve ticks in all those boxes (Clive Gregson comes to mind), but Chris has excelled himself I feel on this latest set. It's a collaboration (in both writing and production terms) with Boo Hewerdine, but contains all the essential hallmarks of Chris's tried-and-tested style on songs that really hit the mark almost without seeming to try, whether they're what Chris calls "just fun songs" (like Fat As A Fiddle), autobiographical essays (My Mother's Handbag) or altogether deeper personal observations (Reverso). Battersea Boys (one of the album's pair of tracks co-written with Geoff Martyn rather than with Boo) forms another of the record's emotional highpoints, being a poignantly expressed recollection of an overheard true story. At the other end of the spectrum, the bouncy Come On Down is a somewhat tongue-in-cheek testament to Chris's own relationship with money! The musical arrangements are both natural and spacious, direct and evocative, with plenty of punch and depth of focus but also conveying a feeling of warmth and honest spontaneity. Neat, complete and an aural treat.
David Kidman April 2008
Ani DiFranco - Evolve (Righteous Babe)
As prolific as ever (the last couple of years has seen a double studio set, a double live album and the Woody Guthrie tribute), this marks the culmination of the current phase of her career as she sheds the band to return to performing solo. As such it's hard to know if its a full stop or a glimpse of future directions, (indeed on the opening Promised Land she sings "what's with the new version of who you are?" ) but for those who reckon she's at her best with a forceful, rootsy driven guitar and concise melodic and lyrical structure hopefully it draws a line under the sort of loose limbed Latin jazz funk that characterises the likes of In The Way and Slide or the discordant beat cellar moods of O My My and paves the way for more of the caustic state of the nation/state of the industry boho poetry of Serpentine with its angular solo guitar or the stripped back syncopated beat of the title track that allows her trademark passionate lyrics the room to breathe and the space to cut.
As an album it's both experimental and focused, some stuff works, others just seem to swamp her in their desire to be out there in the groove, but if her future solo work can reconcile the best of what she achieves here on the Wynton Marsalis flavoured guitar and woodwind arranged Second Intermission where the form and the thoughtful content complement each other, then (as intimated by the closing Welcome To: ) the evolution should prove a very interesting future for the species.
Mike Davies
This, Ani's eighteenth studio album, at first seems a sublimely restrained affair, with Ani in stripped-down mode and accompanied only by Todd Sickafoose, her touring bassist. It's also quite a bit more sublimely accessible than many of Ani's previous records, with significantly less in the way of full-on agit-soapbox posturing. This you may well find refreshing – much as you (like I) may appreciate Ani's uncompromising stance and her political statements, you don't always want them to be shouted at you for close on three-quarters-of-an-hour. Sure enough, Reprieve deals with the usual Ani themes and preoccupations, but her more laid-back mode of expression here curiously imparts a greater sense of urgency to her thoughts and feelings (and her communication of them) and the result is significantly more persuasive. The title track, for instance, couches Ani's radical poetic musings in an equally radical quasi-beat Sprechstimme, while the lucid weirdness of the setting of A Spade only makes its defiant polemic even more unsettling. And even the most overtly upfront, scathing cut, Millennium Theater, makes its mark without overstaying its welcome. Apparently, the genesis of Reprieve lay in recordings Ani made in New Orleans just prior to the onslaught of Hurricane Katrina, which luckily were retrieved, and later completed and mastered back home in Buffalo, NY. The sparse immediacy and organic nature of the recordings is palpable, with subtle, home-grown instrumental touches (including assorted "found sounds" and environmental noises) augmenting the basic acoustic guitar and bass figures as a powerful backdrop which enables Ani to best point up her precise rhymes and meanings. All the while she challenges her listeners with intriguing, shapeshifting textures and images, drawing us ever closer in, to present us finally with a very compelling sequence of eerie, hypnotic creations that memorably intertwine the personal with the global-political. Reprieve, though still proudly unique, also happens to add up to one of the most musically addictive, and consistently repeatable, listening experiences among all of Ani's albums, and one that will I'm sure persuade the current non-believers to give this admirable artiste another chance. It's brilliant, in fact, and I'm sure will come to be regarded as one of Ani's very best.
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David Kidman April 2007
Magazine was the influential band formed by Mancunian and former Buzzcock Howard Devoto in 1978. It was a band that puzzled many of the punk movement's avid followers, not least for its accomplished musicianship and curiously literate, often portentous lyrics, all of which seemed anathema to punk, indeed almost prog in its seeming defiance of acknowledged punk values and aspirations. Devoto teamed up with guitarist John McGeoch in a songwriting partnership which forged the nucleus of Magazine, whose lineup was completed by Barry Adamson (bass) and Martin Jackson (drums), with - unusually for a band of such provenance - a keyboard player, initially Bob Dickinson but who by the time the band came to record was replaced by Dave Formula (previously with new-wave romantics Visage). The band's screaming synths and generally doomy sound-sculptures complemented both the uncomfortable, somewhat scary lyrics and the crashing, often unpredictable guitar work in a uniquely heady cocktail (which only intermittently mirrored the more ambitious side of the contemporaneous Buzzcocks material), and Magazine's somewhat cataclysmic debut album Real Life (preceded by a seriously thrilling near-hit single Shot By Both Sides) provided a distinctive and unusual foil to the other musical happenings of the era. Their music was avant-garde, progressive in a genuine (rather than overblown) way, and neither side of the musical divide seemed keen to wholeheartedly embrace either its quirky inventiveness or the integrity of its unashamedly serious intent. With hindsight we can view Real Life as rather a landmark album, bold and confident in terms of direction, and containing at least three unassailable tracks (Definitive Gaze, The Light Pours Out Of Me, Parade). This newly remastered CD edition completes the picture by usefully appending as bonus tracks both sides of the two associated 45s (Shot.. and Touch And Go).
Secondhand Daylight followed up Real Life barely nine months later, with more of the same yet definitely more ambitious in scope; there was an even greater sense of epic sweep to the panoramic (and unequivocally chilly) sound-pictures conjured up by those key slabs of bleakness Permafrost and Back To Nature. The album's air of austere authority, bestowed as much by its defiantly nihilistic lyrics as its bold sound-canvasses, gave it an era-defining quality that was hard to resist even while much of it was not exactly comforting listening. The bonus cuts for this reissue comprise both sides of the associated brace of singles. Not long after the album's release, though, McGeoch left the band, ostensibly because he was finding it difficult to remain committed to Magazine while fulfilling his parallel roles in two other bands (Siouxsie's Banshees and Visage). The band toured abroad with replacement guitarist Robin Simon, and released the live album Play from recordings made on the Australian leg of that tour. (Play is not part of this series of reissues, however, presumably due to licensing restrictions.)
The Correct Use Of Soap, Magazine's next studio album release, came out in May 1980, virtually a whole year after Daylight, and proved the most lasting of the four; it has long been recognised as their most technically competent production-wise, largely due to the presence in the producer's chair of Martin Hannett, who had by then masterminded Joy Division's releases. The album also reinvented (and redefined) funk as an integral part of the group's sound-world, in the context of the lyrics' increasingly cinematic vision which now encompassed the signature creepiness of A Song From Under The Floorboards and I Want To Burn Again alongside a definitively contemporary reinterpretation of a Sly Stone number, Thank You (Falettin Me Be Mice Elf Again). Bonus cuts this time comprise the B-sides of both of the singles where A-sides were taken from the album, along with both sides of the Upside Down 45 (the B-side of which turned out to be an updated version of the Real Life track The Light Pours Out Of Me. Simon left the band shortly after the album's release, to be replaced by Ben Mandelson in time for Magic, Murder And The Weather, the band's final original album release.
Magic... was released in June 1981, and shortly thereafter Devoto announced the band's demise. If I were to be honest, I'd rate much of it as a relatively pale attempt to recapture the glorious tightness of Soap, and although around half of the album was not significantly below par, neither was it particularly special, betraying distinct hints of formula and tiredness in the invention. The two bonus cuts for this remaster are culled from the B-side of the single About The Weather.
Jerky Versions Of The Dream, Devoto's first post-Magazine solo album, appeared in July 1983, a full two years after Magazine's swansong; stylistically at any rate, it carried on roughly where that album had left off, being a kind of upbeat, funky hybrid of eighties new-wave and a contemporary approach to melody-driven pop married to a rootless and soul-searching lyric preoccupation which (at any rate partially) bridged the long gap between his work with Magazine and subsequent records with Luxuria before his ten-year complete break from making music (until 2002's Buzzkunst project which reunited him with Pete Shelley). Jerky Versions... however was a cut above credible; it was recorded with the assistance of ex-Magazine members Formula and Adamson, and betrayed a certain kinship with the decadent air of the band's final work, notably on cuts like Out Of Shape With Me which seemed to recast former glories within (or within sight of) a distorting mirror. This remastered edition comes with six bonus tracks: both sides of the Rainy Season single, the 12" version of Cold Imagination and three tracks from a 1983 Peel radio session that sound even more like the latter days of Magazine than the Jerky Versions album cuts.
David Kidman April 2007
Neil Diamond - 12 Songs (Sony)
Dear Neil
I've not been in touch for a long time because to tell the truth, I sort of fell out love with you when I saw you in concert about 20 years ago. I'd gone along to see one of my all time musical heroes, the man who had recorded Taproot Manuscript, Stones, Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show, Serenade and Moods, the man who'd electrified with his live performances on Gold and Hot August Night. I'd had a few rebuffs during our time together but I'd learned to embrace The Jazz Singer and Jonathan Livingstone Seagull and even to tolerate You Don't Bring Me Flowers (the album, you understand, the song itself was classic). However, here you were in some spangly red outfit like some Vegas showman, not the moody rebel who made Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon or the lost soul of Brooklyn Nights. You sang Red Red Wine, one of your greatest, saddest love songs, but horrifyingly you gave it the UB40 reggae arrangement. Don't get me wrong, I like that they did with it, but Neil, this is your song, you should honour it as you wrote it. But worse was to come. You sang Forever In Blue Jeans. Then you sang it again, and you kept coming up to the edge of stage, pointing to people in the audience and mouthing 'I love you'. This was not the Neil Diamond I thought I knew and I confess I had to leave the show, bitterly disillusioned.
Since then, almost out of habit, I've always listened to your new albums but I've never found anything to rekindle the flame. How do you think I felt when the best thing about Headed For The Future was written by Bryan Adams!
But, I'm making contact again now because I see you have finally realised that your career needed to be artistically salvaged and you've recorded this acoustic album with Rick Rubin. He brought Johnny Cash from the depths within himself and guided him to recording the best albums of his life, so hopefully he could reignite the real Neil Diamond.
Well, I'm glad to hear your booming growl of a voice is on great form and it sends shivers to hear you deliver songs like the devotion of Oh Mary, the My Way defiance of Hell Yeah, and the big ballad Evermore in the way you did back in the days of I Am, I Said. And Save Me A Saturday Night is a lovely number that takes me back to your early days of the 60s.
I'm still saddened that Rubin hasn't inspired you to revisit the muse that provided the likes of Holly Holy, Solitary Man, Play Me, and Canta Libre and although I can hear you trying to dig deeper into yourself on Face Me I'm afraid songs such as Create Me, the banjo lollopping We and the slightly embarrassing gospel affirmation Man Of God are never going to be counted as the cornerstones of a reawakening of the fire.
But Neil, I'm glad to see you making the effort to reconnect with old flames like myself and remind others that you were once a credible songwriter of real power. I hope you and Rick stay together a while and that more great things come of the relationship. Let's stay in touch.
Mike Davies
Two very different new releases from arguably Northumbria's finest slide guitarist, a man with a solid reputation as purveyor of an eclectic range of music.
Sketches From The Road is a live collection, completely solo, and just what it says: artistic snapshots of points within Johnny's diverse repertoire, wherein his individual treatments of traditional songs (American and border ballads) sir easily alongside pieces by Fred McDowell and Jackson C. Frank. Johnny's famous for working without a set-list, playing just what takes his fancy at that moment, and this collection is a most persuasive marketing tool in that it replicates the atmosphere of a Johnny Dickinson live gig absolutely faithfully (for even though the recordings were made at four different venues, Johnny's performances are absolutely consistent), capturing all the intensity and intimacy of Johnny's fabulous playing and subtly shaded singing. Highlights of this set for me are the epic John Hardy and the vibrant township groove of Handsome Molly. The only thing missing from this collection is a representative freewheeling instrumental improvisation, several of which may occur in a typical JD live set.
Hilo Town is Johnny's latest excursion into the studio, where in the company of just four trusty musicians (Neil Harland, Ray Burns, Graham Hardy and Paul Smith) he proves his thesis that music is music is music, and that material from all manner of traditions has common roots and branches and will always be ripe for intelligent and creative reinterpretation. Each time I see Johnny live, I'm entranced anew by Johnny's playing and singing, and his abundantly open-minded, open-hearted approach really chimes in with my own sensibility. Here Johnny's come up trumps with a collection of 11 reworkings of traditional pieces sourced variously from England, Scotland, Ireland and America. It comprises both sung and instrumental treatments, not necessarily within the category you'd expect if you know the "originals". Courting Is A Pleasure is more Peggy Lee than Nic Jones, while Single Girl becomes a jaunty swing-shuffle with bluesy Max Geldray-style harmonica. The Smuggler's given a soulful troubadour feel rather different from the usual rip-roaring folk club treatment, while Ye Banks And Braes, shorn of its lyric, is Cooderesque in its cinematic scope, with more than a touch of Cowboy Junkies. Three Ravens step out in soulful ska-style down in Hilo, and A-Begging I Will Go is given an infectious rumba beat spiced up with a dash of mariachi brass; The Drunken Piper gets a hula-style rendition (the spirit of Sol Hoopi rules OK!) and Tom's Gone To Hilo places Tom firmly in the jumpin'-jazz-joint dives of any port in a storm. Both these new releases are delectable discs; if you haven't yet latched onto Johnny's talent, well now's the time to do so.
David Kidman November 2006
Johnny Dickinson - English Summer (Hard Road)
David Kidman
This one sounds tasty right from the start, with lazy but deft and atmospheric picking and bluesy-inflected singing on reflective lyrics, and excellently recorded too, on the first of the album's seven own-compositions (the remaining five being often intriguing and unusual arrangements of traditional folksongs/tunes). John plays an assortment of acoustic and electric guitars, including National steel and bottleneck, and he's backed simply and soulfully by three fellow-musicians, on double-bass, sparse percussion and occasional piano respectively. John's own slide playing in particular is outstanding, being potent yet with perfectly judged phrasing.
His CV to date carries some impressive references - after starting off with Northumbrian band Splitcrow, he then spent two years as a founder member of Paul Lamb and The King Snakes at the back end of the 80s, subsequently moving on through the iconoclastic Hillbillies From Outer Space, with whom John spent eight glorious years (it's one of music's perennial frustrations that the band apparently never actually recorded an album!). The band called it a day in 2001, after which a period of illness put paid to John's plans to record a solo album, but happily he recovered at the end of last summer and hot-footed it into Newcastle's refurbished Cluny Studios to do the necessary. Castles And Old Kings, the resulting album, is a masterly collection indeed, complete blues-folk artistry from start to finish, crammed with a quite special brand of subtlety.
Without wishing to imply in any way that John's music is at all derivative, there were times I was reminded of Martin Simpson (the bleak arrangements of She Moved Through The Fair and Searching For Lambs), other times of Eric Bibb or Michael Chapman (the wistfulness of If I Ever Go and the title track, for example), but John's an inventive fellow in his own right, although if as a folkie you never experienced the Hillbillies you might find one or two of his reworkings, such as the eerie R&B-voodoo setting of Black Jack Davy, a touch wayward; and I'm not quite convinced (yet) by the fast-paced shuffle arrangement he affords to Jock O'Hazeldene. Whatever, though, John sure has his own unique voice, and this finely minimal album is superbly evocative in all the right ways - there's something in the breeze indeed, and I can virtually taste the air of the wild Northumberland coast, in fact, fanciful as it might sound!
David Kidman
Ani DiFranco has never been afraid to be eclectic, sucking up new musical influences & incorporating them into her distinctive songwriting & sound. On this outing the new assimilation is Jazz.
The collection is split into 2 themed CDs, upbeat on "Revelling" & reflective on "Reckoning". It's initially tempting to think that within this 29 track package there's a single album with the power & impact of Ani's "Dilate" fighting to get out. Repeated listenings however, reveal 2 distinct entities in their own rights.
On "Revelling" it would be easy to dismiss the value of more relaxed, jazz-funk grooves such as "Ain't that the Way" & "Marrow" as a vehicle for Ani's brutally honest, often witty lyrics. Who else could make lines like: "there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons/a whole childhood of potions" ("Marrow") scan so naturally?
These 'feel pieces' sit alongside the more familiar punchy songs and stripped down, guitar & voice only performances such as the exquisite live favourite, "Garden of Simple". Unlike her early recordings, the list of performers is extensive with five members of Ani's current touring outfit forming the core band.
Despite the innovation & natural, unforced quality of the brass laden band performances on "Reeling", Ani is just getting warmed up for the real treat of "Reckoning".
Here we see DiFranco in a more mature, contemplative mode than on any of her previous releases. There's a greater emotional depth & intimacy, without the bravado of her earlier songwriting persona.
In keeping with the fact that she has more to say, arrangements are more intimate with sparse, understated instrumentation allowing breathing space for some very strong melodies. Ani's trademark clipped, semi-percussive guitar style remains intact & is provided with a greater depth by her increasing use of baritone guitar.
The sonic experimentation of recent albums continues with some tastefully employed organic sounds including guest spots from trumpeter Jon Hassell ('Revelling') & pedal steel player Lloyd Maines ('Sick of Me').
Subject matter varies from political ('Your Next Bold Move', 'Subdivision') to the heartfelt & affecting lovesong ('Sick of Me') or the stunning, articulate relationship song ('School Night'). The highlight is the beautiful, self-questioning 'Grey' where she asks "what kind of paradise I am looking for?" to a minimalist guitar accompaniment & sparse piano chords. This level of honesty & emotional communication is rare in contemporary songwriting.
Ani is without question an original & highly talented songwriter. While R&R might not be the most accessible introduction to her work, an investment in listening time with the lyric sheet in hand will certainly reward the patient listener.
James Hibbins
Three years on after the premature birth of her twins enforced an early career break, the Londonderry folkie returns with the first release through the label she's co-founded with partner Sam Lakeman. Perhaps she spend her sabbatical re-immersing herself in her roots, but she's in firmly traditional mood here with the opening title track the only fully self-penned number. And, set to the tune of The Lochaber Badger, that sounds as though it were plucked from some dusty collection of ballads as she sings what could be either an environmental or a prodigal soul lament while uillean pipes and bodhran thicken the atmosphere.
Everything else features arrangements by Dillon and Lakeman, earthier and more simple than of yore, with two numbers, The Parting Glass and The Verdant Braes of Skreen sung to just a spare piano backing from Sam, bringing out the pure quality of her voice.
Not that the fuller sounds are less evocative, Johnny, Lovely Johnny a jaunty tale of a faraway sweetheart tipping its toes to the pipes, bodhran, bouzouki and fiddle while, with mandola and flute, Jimmy Mo Mhile Story (another absent lover lament) has the freshness of mountain streams. P Stands For Paddy (into which they interpolate the self-written Lament For Johnny) is the album's six minute epic, Dillon sounding like a young maiden as she declares her love for 'the fairest man' while the instruments weave a thick web of Celtic mist.
Elsewhere you'll find a sterling reinvigorated version of that old chestnut Spencer The Rover that welcomes brother-in-law Seth to share vocals and contribute guitar and fiddle, while, adding to the stock of songs about false, absent or parted loves, False, False, and a piano, whistle and double bass setting of the evergreen She Moved Through The Fair. Just so it's not a total downer of romantic melancholy, there's also The Lass Of Glenshee providing a welcome breeze of love's constancy. Which just leaves the icing on the cake that is the final track, a haunting beautifully modulated acapella reading of Fil, Fil A Run O sung in Gaelic that sends you away on clouds of serenity.
Mike Davies January 2009
This DVD is the fruit of a one-off project that arose from the pipedreams of fine young Irish singer Cara and her husband Sam Lakeman, to present something different from the straight "recorded concert" format. For four days during 2007, they assembled their favourite musicians in a converted hospital on the shores of Lough Foyle, Co. Donegal, and filmed performances of 14 songs, each one captured in a single live take. (As a bonus track, there's also a rousing recording of P Stands For Paddy, made in McReynolds Bar in Cara's home town of Dungiven, Co. Derry.) Cara's captivating, intimate and expressive performance style, and the gentle warmth of her singing, are qualities that radiate out and through into the performances of the musicians with which she's surrounded herself. Just as Cara herself lovingly caresses the songs in interpretation, with a true understanding of what she's singing about, her husband Sam Lakeman lovingly caresses the musical settings he provides for her. These tend largely to stem from, or be built around, his own piano accompaniment, but at the same time they're sufficiently spacious to enable the other musicians to bring in telling detail of their own devising through perfectly-judged solo embellishments.
Although the musicianship is exceptional, it manages at the same time to remain unobtrusive and always at the service of the song and the singer; nowhere does any element of the backing get in the way of the song. The actual performances are magnificent, and refreshing new life is breathed into songs which even prior to the sessions Cara had already made very much her own (Black Is The Colour, Dougie MacLean's Garden Valley and Tommy Sands' There Were Roses) and Lakeman/Dillon originals like I Wish You Well, Where Are You and October Winds. There's a première recording too (a stunning take on the traditional False, False), along with some beautiful and memorable cameos, notably Cara's heart-stopping duet with gravel-voiced singer/songwriter/guitarist John Smith (If I Prove False), while out of a large field of brilliant individual contributions from the ten musicians involved I'd have to single out the playing of James O'Grady (uilleann pipes) and Zoe Conway (fiddle), with the playing of Russ Barenberg, Ed Boyd and Liam Bradley arguably not far behind.
The intimate style of the filming (by Robin Bextor) reflects that of the music-making and conveys the very special atmosphere of the sessions. Rather than watching a concert, you get the feeling of being right in there among Cara and the musicians; only during Bold Jamie, perhaps, does the fly-on-the-wall sense of the restless, busy wandering-camera get a touch overwhelming. Small segments of interview and reminiscence are interspersed with the session footage at certain points, and although these do break the flow a little, they can be skipped through careful selection of the programme. The only other mild inconvenience is the omission of track writing credits and full muso descriptions from the package (they're banded separately on the DVD itself). In every other respect, and certainly from the music and recording standpoints, this is an entirely recommendable - indeed, very special - release.
David Kidman October 2008
Touring through October & November
So far, the crystalline-voiced Cara's given us two rather nice solo albums that have presented her very much as a developing artiste, each showing a slightly different slant on her interpretative powers (predominantly traditional folksong on the first then branching out into self-penned material on the second), and this "difficult third" gathers together both strands (half of the set consists of compositions by Cara either solo or with Sam Lakeman) within an even more assured production that exudes commercial appeal yet doesn't compromise artistic quality in the slightest. In all respects, it's her best yet, although at first listen I found the opening track (Never In A Million Years, which has been chosen for release as a single and made the Radio 2 playlist) just a little too mainstream for my taste, but like the remainder of the album it's all beautifully done by Cara and the effervescent Sam, who's been at her side in truly creative rapport all through her solo career so far and who's been a constant inspiration as well as making significant personal leaps forward as a quality producer/arranger. The musical arrangements are more expansive this time round, though often quite subtly so and with a commendable sensitivity that matches the increase in Cara's own expressive maturity. Several of the tracks feature Sam on guitar (a new acquisition for him!), although his trademark rippling piano lines still do duty and provide a distinct signature. Another departure comes in that some songs have a definite contemporary-bluegrass tinge with banjo featuring prominently in the instrumental complement – though having said that, the attractively bouncy I Wish You Well is in its own way just as reminiscent both of Woody Guthrie's Minor Key and a McGarrigles-type uptempo number . Cara brings in Frank Gallagher to put together a finely-tuned and highly musical string setting for her haunting treatment of The Snows They Melt The Soonest. On the moving Walls, Cara recalls Nanci Griffith (although Cara originally learned the song from Maura O'Connell), the sublime closer Grace features the plaintive slide guitar of Martin Simpson, The Streets Of Derry features a magical duet vocal by Paul Brady and Bold Jamie (a fine original composition in true traditional style) features the keen playing of none less than Cathal Hayden and Martin O'Connor. On the traditional pieces (especially for example Brockagh Braes), Cara comes across like a more muscular Kate Rusby, where although she retains her tonal sweetness there's less of an element of mannerism in her accomplished delivery. Throughout the album, in fact, Cara's singing is elegant rather than anodyne, with a perceptive depth to its basically lyrical approach and tonal character that both complements and counters its intrinsic beauty. After The Morning is a well-rounded, charming and quite exquisite offering that ought to please all but those who demand the roughest-edged of song albums.
David Kidman
Cara Dillon - Sweet Liberty (Rough Trade)
Formerly of De Dannan and then Equation before embarking on a solo career in partnership with Sam Lakeman, the Co Derry born songstress's sophomore album builds on their debut with a greater musical confidence, manifested not just in the performances but in five self-penned numbers to go with the traditional material and the two covers included. Much of the inspiration is drawn from her birth home of Dungiven, the river Roe itself giving rise to two numbers, a plaintive version of The Gem of the Roe and, Dillon accompanied by just harmonium, immigrant lament The Winding River Roe.
A sense of homesickness informs the album, evident on Standing On The Shore, written by Johnny Moynihan and Terry Woods and best known by Anne Briggs, Erin The Green, and the closing The Emigrant's Farewell (which features backing vocals by Lima O'Maonlai) from where comes the album title. Its hint of escaping the Troubles is explored further on the self-penned Broken Bridges, a story of two lovers eloping to get away from the sectarianism that would tear them apart and on the haunting cover of There Were Roses, Tommy Sands' tragic story of the cycle of violence and two friends from opposite sides of the religious divide that was commissioned for Billy Connolly's recent TV series.
It's all beautifully played and textured and the pair's own numbers, the voice and piano Falling Like A Star especially, show their writing prowess being impressively honed and polished. But, and it remains a reservation that puts me outside of their crowd of admirers, I still find Dillon's fragile, huskily breathy small voice lacking in the emotional depth much of the material demands to really grab the heart. Those that don't, however, will be suitably entranced.
Mike Davies
The so-called ''Folk super-group', Equation, always seemed to have got the calculation wrong. Someone in there appeared to be aiming at joining The Corrs in that fusion of pop/folk/Celtic/rock/fashion that ends up as bland as can be for these ears. Thankfully, getting the calculation wrong has provided two happy accidents. Firstly, Kate Rusby quickly decided that she should start a solo career rather than pursue life with Equation. Thanks for that one! Now, we seem to have another talented vocalist striking the right balance.
Cara Dillon, winner of the All Ireland Traditional Singing Trophy at 14, succeeded Ms. Rusby in Equation but left after a year with founder member Sam Lakeman and provides our second happy accident.
Her first self-titled solo album is now released and mainly contains arrangements of traditional songs with a couple of her own compositions in the middle of the record. The selection of traditional songs includes personal favourites such as "Donald of Glencoe" and "I Am A Youth Inclined To Ramble". The opening track, "Black Is The Colour" has also been recorded by fellow Irish vocalist, Niamh Parsons, and makes an interesting point of comparison. Niamh's version is sparser and sung with more traditional gusto in the voice whilst Cara's version relies more on the sweetness of her vocal and a backing of piano, bass and drums to drive the song. Both are excellent in their own way and, so, it comes down to which style you prefer. Indeed, this is how we might view the "Cara Dillon" CD as a whole. The traditional arrangements have had a modern feel applied to them without loosing touch with the tradition. For the purists, this may be too much. For those less inclined to go for the "finger in the ear" approach, this would be an excellent compromise. Without doubt, Cara's vocal is excellent, the backing sympathetic and the choices of songs is sound. The question is simply one of whether it's your style or not.
Steve Henderson
Second album release from this extraordinary young lady whose voice has been described as like Tom Waits on helium gargling on sandpaper… sure, she may sound petulant and wilfully warped, but hey, she can sing! Don't let that earlier description put you off, for this new collection (an admirable sequel to Electric Chair) is a raw and compelling, if disturbing listen. Rather strong stuff lyrically (dark tales of angst, incest and suchlike, if you can make the words out, which ain't always all that easy), and vividly visceral vocals set to weirdly transparent arrangements full of peculiar or home-made instrumental textures, spectral "breath voice" backing vocals, acoustic-bluesy licks ("prepared guitar") and garbage-can percussion to complement Sandy's own Hammond and other keyboard work.
Half-a-dozen other musicians are involved. It all makes for such an unusual sound, it's almost impossible to describe, you just gotta hear it for yourself. Think maybe a bit of Beefheart performed by Pooka or Janis Joplin with a backing band of Harry Partch and some crazed Delta blues musicians on instruments they just knocked up off the backporch, grooving through a demented X-Files soundtrack. I love it to bits, but the health warning is that I reckon you might need an ear for the decidedly oddball to appreciate its glories. Whatever, it's brilliant and absolutely unique - I guarantee you'll never hear anything else like it!
David Kidman
Smithereens singer Pat DiNizio proves that if you've got the tools you can do just about anything. The sheer spread of songs on his latest CD would surely crush a lesser talent. But This Is Pat DiNizio moulds My Funny Valentine, The Beach Boys' Surfer Girl and, rather bizarrely, the Bond theme You Only Live Twice around a voice that is bottomless in its depth and richness. Sixty years ago Pat DiNizio would be challenging the great singers of the day.
This is an album fashioned in the 'classic' style, DiNizio has chosen timeless pieces of music and made them fit him and his style. It's how it used to be done and it makes the familiar sound as fresh and new as the day they were written. But you've got to able to sing them and some these songs have proved beyond many a singer.
As Pat DiNizio uncovers hidden emotions in Wichita Lineman, California Dreaming and Burt Bacharach's This Guy's In Love With You, he is joined by Jay Rowe on piano. The pair turn each song into a shaft of light breaking through the inky blackness, they grab your complete attention and while you're in that cocoon, it feels as if nothing else exists.
The simplicity of the CD's cover, mirrors the simple beauty of the music, when you're this good what need of decoration? This is an album recorded in black and white. This is Pat DiNizio also demonstrates that a classic song, treated with respect and affection will repay you a thousandfold.
Michael Mee, Editor Hawick News, November 2006
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The Divine Comedy - Absent Friends (Parlophone)
Mike Davies
Quite simply, if there is a better album than Taking The Long Way - or a better song than the first single Not Ready To Make Nice - released in 2006 then we are in for a real treat.
There is a simple explanation as to why the Dixie Chicks are the biggest selling female band in musical history, it's because over a decade they have developed into one of the best bands, male or female, in musical history. There is not a note or lyric wasted on Taking The Long Way, each makes its point and is vital to the whole, if this album is the sum of its parts, then those parts are magnificent.
It may be that a certain amount of adversity has taken Natalie Maines, Emily Robison and Marti Maguire to the heights that they would undoubtedly have achieved anyway, that little bit quicker.
That 'adversity' of course occurred because of a remark Maines made in London in 2003, on the Top Of The World tour, regarding George W Bush. It's ironic that 'two long years since the Top Of The World came crashing down' not only would saying that you were ashamed that Bush came from Texas, be greeted with nods and cheers, now you can't see the anti-Bush bandwagon for passengers. Where the Dixie Chicks suffered, others followed at a safe distance.
The consequences were that their records were boycotted on country music radio stations, they were pilloried and even received death threats. It seems that the 'Land of the Free' doesn't extend that freedom to speech. But as you'd expect of three intelligent, articulate, opinionated and strong-willed musicians, they have harnessed that bitter experience and replied in the best possible way with the ultimate 'screw you' condemnation of Not Ready To Make Nice, a song whose lyrics and sentiments are so pointed and sharp. 'With no regrets and I don't mind sayin', It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her daughter, That she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world can the words I said, Send somebody so over the edge, That they'd write me a letter, Sayin' I better shut up and sing or my life will be over', are chilling and a salutary lesson that the lunatics haven't just taken over the asylum.
However, while it would be understandable for Taking The Long Way to be a bitter album, it's not. Mad as hell? Definitely but it works just as beautifully on a more superficial level, the Dixie Chicks haven't forgotten the art or grace of harmony, melody or hook.
Once the pent up feeling is released (the band's disaffection with the once-adoring world of country music is emphasised by the CD's front cover where the three are rock chicked up to the nines), the album grows and blossoms into thoughtful, incisive country rock.
Again, experience, has been both a good tutor and source of material for the Dixie Chicks, they have harnessed it to their own burgeoning songwriting talent and, aided by co-writers Dan Wilson and The Jayhawks' Pete Yorn and Gary Louris, have crafted and moulded a set of songs that are, at times so personal, as to border on the uncomfortable. As musicians they are not only brave politically and personally but they expose their own joys and vulnerabilities so completely with Lullaby, So Hard and Silent House.
In the band's own turbulent journey from superstar country band, to Red, White and Blue black sheep, it is testament to a collective strength of will, that it has written and performed an album that is a true rock album. The Dixie Chicks is now a true and important rock band, not simply a country band testing the waters.
Given the last two years and the power of the establishment, it would have been understandable for there to be some kind of peace offering on Taking The Long Way, not a bit of it, this is an album recorded from the strength of facing down the critics. The group has become immeasurably stronger and it is likely it will continue to do so.
Taking The Long Way may be the first steps on a new path for Maines, Robison and Maguire but they haven't forgotten the music that got them to this point. The three are supremely talented and they have a conscience, on Taking The Long Way it makes for an unbreakable combination.
Michael Mee, June 2006
Every now and again a record comes your way that, unlike many from a new outfit, is brimful of memorable melodies, insistent hooks, feisty playing and lyrics with a tale to tell. One such record is No Xcuses, by newcomers D-n-K. Slipping into grammatical correctness for a second, D and K are Dan Insley and Keith Waterfield, a couple of songwriters who have produced an album of 10 strong, varied songs. While Waterfield sings and guitars, and Insley's piano playing is a key element throughout, a strength of this collection is the calibre of friends that lend a hand at points across the album.
The rhythm section is led by the always inventive drumming of Grammy-winning Jef Van Veen. Ace session bassist Julian Bury proves an excellent foil, and the pair provide a solid footing all over the album. Phil Beer's work with Show of Hands has long been admired, and his fiddle playing on Between the Ties is masterful - lifting, embellishing, and adding unexpected texture that weaves a tasteful backdrop to the vocals and refrain. Voice in a Crowd gives Geoff Whitehorn the opportunity to flex his wailing guitar muscle. His years of experience, working most recently with Procol Harum and Elkie Brooks, give the song an almighty kick in the rear end. Heroes' Grass is Green poignantly marks the sacrifices of generations of young soldiers lost in the last and current centuries – from the fields of Flanders and on to Helmand – the song boasts a melody that's guaranteed to stay with the listener. This was the first D-n-K track to get a public airing with a download release to mark November 2008's Remembrance Sunday; all profits went and continue to go to the Help for Heroes charity for fallen soldiers. Lost and Found is a slow burner of a song, with personal undercurrents, that builds and builds as successive instrumentation is layered on to the rhythm foundation.
For the rest, the album offers a mix of styles, including one track, Summertime, sung by guest Alicia Banton, that could find a chart placing in the hands of one of today's pop princesses. So, there we have it - an album of light, shade and a rainbow spread of colours that's sure to please, if not the eye, then certainly the ear of anybody who appreciates a good collection of songs well sung, and played with assurance.
Fred Hall April 2009
Allen Dobb - Bottomland (Skipping Stone)
More Steve Earle than Garth Brooks, though there’s traces of both in the much travelled Alberta born singer-songwriter. You might also detect the influences of WayIon, Gordon Lightfoot (whose songs he started out singing) and Springsteen in Dobbs' gravelly voiced muscular guitar country. His songs, as you might gather from the title, are rooted in the dusty landscapes and prairies where there’s stones in the fields (Rock To Pick) and ‘the water rises it don’t give a damn’ (Bottomland), populated by characters trying to keep their hearts from hardening too much when faced with their broken dreams and empty hopes. You’ll find Della the two step queen with her neon blue soul and "the dress like Mrs Gene Autry wore right after the Second World War" in the semi-spoken cracked love in waiting Beer Bottle Chandelier, or ‘that ole hayseed Jimmy Roy’ who ‘taught Elvis all his moves’ and is now the hippest cat in Hollywood. On Like An Angel there’s stories of working in the frozen oil rigs of Alberta and melting in the heat of Sonora while The Big Wide Open finds him back home in his little town with the moon and stars but thinking about heading southwest. There’s a wanderer’s restlessness evident in the songs. perfectly summed up by Road Song For A Sailor, but they’re also about putting down roots (Bellingham Rain) and not, like the guy killed in a car crash on his way home to reconcile with his family in The Ballad of Willie Holmes, leaving things until they’re too late. It’s solid stuff, the taste of life on its tongue.
Mike Davies
From A Distant Shore is this Texan's twelfth recording for the Swiss based imprint, Brambus. The latter land-locked European country is where Dobson has made his home for a number of years now, with his Swiss born wife Edith. This album was recorded at Thomm Jutz studio in Nashville. It's their sixth collaboration, the first four were recorded while Jutz still resided in his native Germany.
This collection – according to Dobson it's his twentieth recording, although I can only figure on nineteen albums – opens with the urgently paced road song Long Haul Hard Travelling Man. Doubling as an ode to love, the highway also appears as a theme in the ensuing The Old Wild Country. Windows Of The Soul is a ballad paced ode to "the love-light in your eyes" which the narrator compares to "Like fire on the mountain, like stars that fill the skies." Propelled by a happy-go-lucky melody, A Little Behind My Shoes is a humorous take on the narrator's efforts to avoid stumbling through his life.
Having alluded earlier to Dobson's Swiss domicile, the focus in It's Been The Way Forever is a local river, and the closing verse opens with "People come and people go with their languages and religions, Celt and Roman, Alemanni with their stories, Saints and visions. From A Distant Shore features a couple of co-writes with Nashville based scribes, Winners with Charley Stef and Let Tomorrow Come with John Hadley. At one stage the latter song scribe was an art professor at University of Oklahoma, and has collaborated with Kevin Welch, Kieran Kane and David Olney. Winners urges the listener to live and love 24/7 and it don't matter who you step on if that is what it takes, while Let Tomorrow Come is a gently paced love song.
The title Let's Talk Trash is something of a giveaway, and therein Dobson focuses with a sly wink on the bumps in the life of a songwriter and performing musician, while That Was Then And This Is Now finds the narrator reminisce about his early years - of course you remember them, those grand old days! In the penultimate cut The Old Rhythm Rebel a family man, who now walks the straight and narrow, recalls his previous life as a road weary touring musician and also the period he spent behind bars following "a certain loss of judgement. Another reflection on the narrator's past life, the album closes with the title track. 7 out of 10
Arthur Wood, Kerrville Kronikles April 2009
Born in Tyler, Texas, but moved around (mostly with his family) for some years thereafter (Holland, New Mexico), troubadour Richard ended up in Nashville in the early 70s, where he enjoyed the privilege of one of his early songs being covered by Guy Clark (he was later to co-write Old Friends with Guy and several other songs with Guy's wife Susanna). After an itinerant life for a decade or more, during which he cut his first albums, he returned to Nashville. Nanci Griffith covered a song of Richard's on her 1986 Once In A Very Blue Moon album, and referred to him as "the Hemingway of country music" (quite a claim that!), apparently on account of the quality of rough-hewn literacy in his writing. Musically too, his mode is country with a dash of much else but usually with a touch of wry humour too (Bob Cheevers fans will warm to Richard I feel sure, tho' Richard lacks that last degree of salaciousness!). Latterly making his home in Switzerland, Richard carried on writing and releasing records - on the Swiss label Brambus, which may explain why he's not a well-known name in the UK. Whatever, his down-to-earth writing style (much in the mould of Townes Van Zandt, it must be admitted) and solid musicianship would have been enough to endear him to Americana fans here and in the US - but somehow that doesn't seem to have happened, and On Thistledown Wind, his ninth album for Brambus (and 16th overall!) will probably end up being largely overlooked, which would be a pity for it contains some decidedly strong writing, honest and open-hearted almost to a fault. The title track is a wistful and beautifully evocative summer's day reflection, while Down Along The Reeperbahn shows the other side of the coin with a quite different depiction of sense of place and associative nostalgia. The Ballad Of Harpoon Barry is just one of those true-life character-narratives Richard does so well, while catchy uptempo songs like Scissortail Bird and the folky-cajun lilt of Slave To The Restless Wind really do make you wonder why you've not come across Richard's music before. And the closing track, New Morning Song, is an extraordinary piece: Richard sets a Tibetan Buddhist mantra to a gospel-style chant sequence, complete with whining pedal-steel backing (by guest fats Kaplin no less). Richard's support cast includes other notable musicians too, in the shape of Thomm Jutz, Mark "Sergio" Webb, LeAnn Etheridge and Pat McInerney, with David Olney and Catherine Craig making cameo appearances as well. This album, and no doubt many if not all of its predecessors too, is worth your time, for Richard has much to offer to the devotee of quality rootsy Americana songwriting.
David Kidman December 2007
A brand new Celtic all-girl quintet, calling themselves Dòchas, came out from the Highlands and Islands in 2002 and conquered all-comers on the Scottish traditional music scene with their abundantly satisfying eponymous debut album. They had so much in their favour that they could be relied upon to produce something different from the run-of-the-mill Celtic bands: immense versatility on a large number of instruments, and two singers with voices to die for. You'll already have noticed Julie Fowlis, whose exquisite singing scooped her the coveted title of Gaelic Singer Of The Year at the 2005 Scots Trad Music Awards and now this year's Horizon Award at the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards as well! Julie's also an expert whistle player, and no slouch on the oboe or pipes either, but her four musical partners are equals in every respect, with complementary talents: Kathleen Boyle on accordion, guitar and keyboards, Carol-Anne MacKay on pipes, accordion and whistle, Eilidh MacLeod on clarsach and Jenna Reid on fiddle and piano. As if all that girl-power wasn't enough, they've now recruited bodhrán player Martin O'Neill to the lineup, in time to record this, the band's second CD.
Fine though their debut was, The Second Glance strides even further ahead - not exactly in terms of overall classiness and total excellence of recording (for it just maintains the already very high standard), but in the sheer dazzling variety of repertoire, tempo, mood and texture on display. Dòchas's musicianly skills are sealed with an unerring ear for balance with what can be rather difficult instruments to combine and blend effectively within a group sound (in this respect they seem to have picked up some tricks from the Battlefield Band, I feel), but that's not the whole story by any means, for their status is lifted even higher by the stunning performances of their two vocalists Julie and Jenna. For one thing, I'm sure I've never heard a more showstopping performance of a set of puirt a beul than track 9 here - Julie's control of line and diction is utterly - er, breathtaking (how does she breathe?!); then again, I don't think I've heard a more fetching rendition of the hoary old Burns song Ae Fond Kiss, with which Jenna closes the CD as a beautifully co-ordinated counterpart to Julie's singing of the poignant love song I Ho Ro 'S Na Hug Oro Eile. The fact that all of the five vocal tracks (with the exception of the Burns) are sung in Gaelic proves no barrier at all to appreciation; I'm so glad that Dòchas feel no need to compromise. Now, in highlighting superlative singing I wouldn't wish to undersell the considerable individual and combined talents of Dòchas in the purely instrumental music; the seven sets on this CD feature some sparkling and lively playing throughout, equally adept on the storming, driving faster tunes, the lyrical slow airs and the stirring marches. The use of piano is delectably musical and responsive, anything but the clumping plod you can so easily get when it's used within an already full-bodied ensemble sound, while the distinctive rippling tone of the clarsach cuts through the texture so well (Eilidh's handling of Dougie Hunter's Sileas is pretty magical) and Jenna's distinctive Shetland fiddle lifts the already lively tenor of each selection on which it appears. Picking highlights from such a consistently fine CD is a hard task, but I specially enjoyed the opening set of pipe jigs and the scintillating Dinny's Set. It's no wonder, then, that Dòchas, having already taken the Scottish traditional scene by storm, are hotly tipped to make a similar mark on the wider folk ambit any time now; they really do seem to have everything going for them. So if the band aren't currently touring anywhere near you, do make the effort to obtain this exceptional CD and I can guarantee it'll become a fixture on your CD player; it's certainly one of the best traditional-based albums I've heard this year.
David Kidman
This Hampshire-based outfit has been around for a good ten years now, honing its act to a fine art through constant live performance and gathering themselves a fanatically loyal following in the process. And yet this twelve-tracker album's their debut recording!
Who are these guys then? - Mike Hammond on lead guitar and banjo, Aly Hirji on rhythm guitar and mandolin, Mark Kermode on double bass, harmonica and accordion, Alex Hammond on snare, washboard and percussion. Each one of 'em a keen and accomplished musician with a clear respect both for his fellow-Dodgers and the musical territory they've chosen to make their home. Their tightly-knit yet affectionately loosely-driven brand of roots-Americana is a compulsive one alright, and I can't see anyone resisting tapping their feet or bopping about to this gloriously authentic-feeling mix of rock'n'roll, rockabilly, boogie, skiffle, country and blues. The band's fresh and lean sound borrows heavily from the vintage Sam Phillips/Sun era recordings (OK you could call it refreshingly retro if you like), and it conveys that edgy drive that marked out so many of those primitive standards. And while there's also all manner of knowing nods to established genre classics (including sly paraphrases and lyric-checks here and there), the whole caboodle just feels like a great trip to the hop or the drive-in.
Typically purveying songs of hard-drinkin', hard-lovin', hard-livin' and hard-dyin', The Dodge Brothers are masters of their game, whether on uptempo stompers like Brimstone Blues, the gleeful ragtime-banjo skiffle of 42 Days, the just-this-side-of-lonesome Ballad Of Frank Harris and the epic Dying Ranger (both featuring guest Linda Ruth Williams on autoharp), and the more reflective backporch of I Don't Want You To Go (one of three cuts to feature William J. Lunn guesting on vocal). Even the rowdy-house morning-after ribaldry of Died And Gone To Hell retains a measure of control.
Bullseye! For total-quality Revival Americana sure don't come any better than this. I luv it - brilliant!
David Kidman October 2009
Hailing from San Francisco and playing psychedelic folk pop, drummer Logan Kroeber and songwriter-guitarist Meric Long might well be described as a folk version of The White Stripes. Indeed, they certainly share the same Led Zep influences, as readily demonstrated by Joe's Waltz. But listen to Kroeber's inventive percussion, often sounding like tribal rhythms, on the likes of Ashley, Winter Fools and The Seasons and you'll also hear early Tyrannosaurus Rex while Long's guitar work on God? and Paint The Rust calls to mind vintage John Fahey, at least until it takes off into swampy slide guitar sonics.
Walking comes dappled with country banjo and female harmonies, Red And Purple a Latin flavoured swayer with Kroeber skittering rimshots while Jodi builds from crystal water guitar figures to thundering tumbling clatter. They make a hell of a noise for an acoustic duo and you certainly won't find anyone else doing what they're doing.
www.dodosmusic.net
www.myspace.com/thedodos
Mike Davies June 2008
Based in Glasgow, songwriter-guitarist Paul Tasker and singer Iona Macdonald have been a duo since 2005, releasing a couple of EPs and a single. They've also been part of the touring line up for Willard Grant Conspiracy. However, don't take that to mean they're part of the Americana scene. As the opening Gone There announces, their debut album is firmly entrenched in contemporary-traditional British folk, showcasing Tasker's guitar fingering skills and Macdonald's sea tang and heather vocals with their inevitable Denny comparisons.
The natural imagery of the lyrics (song titles include Border Hills, Greener The Grass, On The River and The Earth & The Breeze) underscores the album's earthily organic feel, the arrangements deepened by the presence of cello and resonant piano. Greener The Grass calls to mind the airy, open skies moods of early Joni were she to have been raised among rolling Scottish hillsides while the renaissance colours of Tasker's guitar work and Macdonald's phrasing on her self-penned Pilgrim's Tale echo the more plaintive moments of Liege & Lief or the first Fotheringay album.
They kick up the heels a little on Happiness where the jazzy blues guitar licks and husky vocals surely nod to Pentangle influences, but, as with the lyrics, the musical mood is predominantly cast with shadows, catching the rays of bucolic romanticism on The Earth & The Breeze, On My Mind and the swelling melancholy of piano ballad Stalling. An auspicious debut, it'll be interesting to watch them bloom.
www.doghouseroses.net
www.myspace.com/doghouseroses
Mike Davies October 2008
This has proved a difficult CD to review - even though I've lived with it for a few months now and, in order to be entirely fair, have deliberately returned to it afresh every so often. And yet… even though I enjoy Katie's music just fine on each replay (albeit with one or two technical reservations, of which more in due course), and there's nothing at all radically awry with either the performances, presentation or (excellent) recording, for some unaccountable reason it persistently fails to make enough of a significant lasting impression on me. The press release comes prominently endorsed with the legend "Steeped in the tradition, destined for the future". Yes, Katie clearly has talent, and she's already amassed an impressive CV in the "tradition" of today's young performers (Master's Degree, membership of the Nu Routes showcase tour and working with Kathryn Tickell); and equally clearly, she has a future. Her debut CD seems to be attempting to present Katie as an engaging and accessible performer somewhat in the mould of Kate Rusby & Bill Jones, taking inspiration from the tradition yet writing and creating her own material. She's certainly a skilled and confident singer and pianist, and her songwriting is appealing if perhaps not (yet?) especially distinctive. On Bridges, Katie's ably backed by an array of really good young musicians: Ian Stephenson (guitar, double bass), Calum Stewart (whistles, flute, uilleann pipes), Shona Mooney and Olivia Ross (fiddle and viola), Julian Batten (piano accordion) and Martin Douglas (percussion). The disc's eleven tracks consist of six of Katie's original compositions, one trad-inspired, one trad-arr, one Burns setting, Nancy Kerr's Port And Brandy, and - somewhat uncomfortably rounding off the disc - a frenetic throwaway cover of the blues chestnut Sitting On Top Of The World (complete with gimmick retro-scratchy intro). Taking each individual track in isolation, Katie's songs make a reasonable impression (for the simplicity of their language and expression and their appealing and pleasingly managed instrumental backdrop) - but the cumulative effect over a whole album, varied though she makes the arrangements, somehow proves less satisfying. And, although Katie's singing has an appealing use of phrasing and attractive timbre, she does exhibit a particular vocal mannerism - a tendency to an automatic decorative leap to the higher register - that soon becomes rather wearing on repeated exposure. There is a lot to like (and admire) about Katie's music-making, sure, but I honestly can't go along with the hype that proclaims that Katie "looks set to stake her place amongst the elite".
David Kidman February 2008
Exuberant Donegal fiddler Liz follows up her earlier brace of joyous albums on the Footstompin' label with this new outing on which she presents a selection of tunes that are in some respect genuinely "quare" (the Ulster parlance for "good", "nice", and/or "odd/strange", depending on context). Indeed, the term could also be applied to the arrangements, specifically with regard to the often highly imaginative way in which instrumental colours are used within the framework of the tune-set; the clue is supplied by a glance at the list of guest musicians Liz has imported for this recording – among them Tony McManus and Sarah Roberts (guitars), Daniel Lapp (trumpet and fiddle), Manus Lunny (bouzouki etc.), John Joe Kelly (bodhrán), Eilidh Shaw (fiddle), Gerry O'Connor (banjo) and Ryan MacNeil (piano). The blend of Ryan's typically forthright Cape Breton piano style with Liz's perennially energetic playing is irresistible (the central Gally Canter set of jigs being a case in point), and the extra special delicacy of momentum achieved by the backing of Sarah's guitar and Gerry's mandolin on the ensuing barndances is charmingly infectious. . Moments of relative repose, such as the closing "end of the long day" air on which Liz is backed by just a second fiddle and viola, prove enchanting. The arrangements are busy and deceptively full, sufficiently so to remain interesting over a wide range of tunes (mostly newish compositions) from a variety of original sources (Ireland, Scotland and Canada), and only that for Jennifer Wrigley's Ba' Rag feels slightly overcooked maybe. Of course, the focus is always firmly on Liz's enervating fiddling, and the skilled maturity with which she keeps things moving is always breathtaking yet without ever losing the plot. The evident pure joy in her music making is the overriding feature of this release, which should appeal greatly to those whose ears have become jaded by excessive exposure to indifferent diddling at sessions and the like; herein is the real spirit of the best of sessions, with the easy accomplishment of the gifted player to carry it off.
David Kidman
Malcolm John Rebennack (alias Dr. John Creaux the Night Tripper) has for well over 40 years been a prime ambassador for the musical culture of his native New Orleans, and was a key force in helping to rebuild its local musical community after the disastrous events of August last year. This primer-compilation serves as a more than reasonable introduction to the man's talents, though in truth it can do no more than scratch the surface of his multifarious accomplishments. It chronicles within the space of just over 67 minutes Dr. John's post-teenage years, where he followed a prolific, if hectic, apprenticeship in session work with music of a more individual bent. This took the form of a progression from sinister voodoo high-priest (three sufficiently representative cuts from the eerie Gris-Gris, although curiously not the album's nightmarish standout cut I Walk On Gilded Splinters) through the more confused, ostensibly multi-directional Babylon (represented by just one cut, Barefoot Lady), Remedies (yielding only Loop Garoo here), and The Sun, Moon & Herbs (Craney Crow) to the basic rock'n'roll roots music of Mac's youth on Gumbo (here represented by three cuts including the commercially-successful Iko, Iko). After this return to relative orthodoxy, the Toussaint-produced albums In The Right Place and Desitively Bonaroo, which featured Allen's "house band" The Meters, melded ultra-tight funk with Mac's accomplished eccentricity and are commonly regarded as Dr. John's finest hours in the studio; certainly their forward-looking, muscular take on disco created something quite special, and this compilation generously gives us three decent tracks from the former and two from the latter of those albums. After those successes, Dr. John's career flourished with mainstream success in the late-70s and 80s, although no tracks from these years appear on this anthology, which only picks up the trail again on a tedious track from the 1989 torch-song collection In A Sentimental Mood that co-features Rickie Lee Jones. The remaining three cuts are taken from 1992's Goin' Down To New Orleans, an album on which the good Doctor rejuvenated himself with an ambitious project that conjured up various ghosts in the context of an enormous variety of memoirs from his city's rich musical heritage. As an introduction, this is a good selection, but perhaps one or two substitutions might have made it even better!
David Kidman
There have been many songs written in homage to New Orleans following the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina but one of the city's favourite sons has released an album full of them. Dr John is a true veteran of the music business and it has taken this tragedy to stir the passions and produce some of his best music for some time.
The mid-paced funk of Keep On Goin' has the good Dr's familiar drawl and is laid back in the extreme. Time For A Change features Eric Clapton and Willie Nelson pops up on the Gospel style Promises Promises. Both songs are enhanced by the guest appearances but the spotlight is left to the main man. He opens You Might Be Surprised with the line "Life is a near death experience" and I couldn't agree more. He delivers this message in his own inimitable style and you just sense that underlying feeling of caustic wit in everything that he does. Dream Warrior is a slow groover with a deep bass line - so smooth.
The funky Black Gold brings a true New Orleans feel to the proceedings and there is more funk on offer with We Getting' There, on which Terence Blanchard guests. Stripped Away grinds away with grungy guitar from Eric Clapton. It is a very punchy and upbeat song and one of the best on offer. Say Whut? Continues the grind but it is slowed down this time. He doesn't hold his punches as his political leanings come to the surface. My People Need A Second Line is more conventional and sweetly soulful. This breaks into true New Orleans jazz from James Andrews and Trombone Shorty with about 2 minutes to go. He is becoming more angry and political and Land Grab has a sense of release with its soaring trumpet. The title track is very easy going but don't let that fool you, this is a very serious song! The guest appearances by Eric Clapton, again, and Ani DiFranco give it that gravitas. There is a touch of Creole with Terence Simien to finish with on Save Our Wetlands.
This is an album to make you think.
www.drjohn.org
www.cookingvinyl.com
David Blue June 2008
Legendary yessiree. The latest incarnation of one of the Good Doctor's finest ever albums boasts no less than four additional bonus tracks (that's even on top of the three that graced the very first CD issue of the album), bringing the total playing time up to some 71 minutes. Cleanly remastered too, with not a trace of the distortion that marred the vinyl issue. A feast indeed. It's just Mac and his piano, on a set that ranges from standards to boogie to mood pieces, from own compositions to traditional, from Careless Love to Honey Dripper to New Island Midnight to a rollin' Silent Night. Versatile to the last, with every note, trill and frill precisely fingered, but infused with all that true gumbo feeling that only deep immersion in the idiom can bring and which Mac possesses in spades. His communion with those 88 keys is impeccable, complete and very very special, with a perennially impressive command of dynamics and expressive nuance that you might not think achievable with a simple keyboard instrument. Groove along effortlessly with Mac on these uniformly stylish, vital, truly timeless and yes, beautiful performances, benchmarks of interpretation each and every one, that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face. Then look forward with me to the appearance soon of volume 2 (The Brightest Smile In Town), which will complete the re-release of these landmark 1981 sessions.
David Kidman
Joe Dolan - Make Me An Island (Castle)
Sad confession time. Back in my formative years, I have to own up to being particularly fond of the big drama title track to this 2 disc twenty years anthology of the Irish showband balladeer's Pye recordings. And, what's worse, hearing it again, not only do I not find myself in any way contrite, but I'm even joining in with his other best known belters, Teresa and You're Such A Good Looking Woman.
Elsewhere, it's the sort of pre Daniel O'Donnell pure corn Irish country pop karaoke to be found on jukeboxes across the Emerald isle as Dolan turns his churn em out charm on everything from Love Of The Common People, Saturday Night At The Movies (well he did front The Drifters showband) and Proud Mary to Bridge Over Troubled Water, My Way, Unchained Melody and, oh dear, Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes). Oh yeh, Danny Boy's in there too and there's something called Aching Breaking Heart which has nothing to do with THAT song.
Ireland's most successful pop singer ever, no really, I'm not going to make any claims for artistic integrity or classic historical status in need of reappraisal, but really if you just want to order in a crate of Guinness, fry up the potato cakes and have an old fashioned irony free Irish pub singalong evening then you can't do much better than this. Be careful, you might even want to track down a copy of Joe's 90s featuring his versions of songs by Suede, Pulp, Blur and Radiohead too.
Mike Davies
Former lead guitarist and founder member of the cult 80s band The Godfathers, Kris Dollimore has taken some time to release his debut solo album. Since leaving The Godfathers in 1990 he has certainly diversified, playing with those such as Adam Ant, The Damned, Del Amitri and country-rock singer Eileen Rose.
02/01/1978 is the result of Dollimore's abandonment of session playing to concentrate on writing. Inspired by the blues of John Lee Hooker, Mississippi Fred McDowell and Robert Johnson he has produced an album of highly original songs. Opening with Groundhog, a jangly John Lee Hooker blues with thumping drums from Wolf Howard, Dollimore leads us off into his world. Brother Ray is an acoustic blues and a foot-stomper to boot. His frenetic guitar crosses over into mountain music at times and this sets the standard of guitar playing for the rest of the album. Dollimore continues in the acoustic vein with The Enemy. This incorporates slide guitar and keeps both the standard and the pace up. Miss Emma Jane is a storming blues that is on the rock side and played in a Rory Gallagher style. He goes all broody on Loved Up Blues and listen to the lyrics here because in many cases, it can be very true.
The interestingly titled The North Kent Post Industrial Hillstomp Blues is a modern blues shouter, nothing more, nothing less. The next one, Take What's Mine, is a plodding blues that is surprisingly hypnotic and he goes back to acoustic for the country blues of Cry For Me. One small gripe with this is that there isn't enough edge, something that the rest of the album has in heaps. The John Lee Hooker influenced Caned is a return to form and the gentle acoustic blues rock of Rollin' Stone takes us on another journey. T.V. Eye, co-written by Iggy Pop, is another blues influenced rocker and the closing track, East Of England is a slow acoustic finish that runs for over 6 minutes and is the perfect end to this first solo album. I hope that it won't be too long until the follow up.
David Blue February 2007
It's a couple of years since singer-songwriter Al James and his Oregon crew released Violence In The Snow Fields, an album drenched in melancholic meditations on faith and redemption, filtered through the influences of Neil Young, The Band and Townes Van Zandt. Things haven't lightened up much in the interim, Adams admitting he was in a 'dark place', broke, ungrounded and suffering relationship break downs, when he was working on the album. However, he also says that during the process he came out the other side, shedding frustration for the satisfaction of work, music and an understanding of love's complexity.
He also decided to approach the recording with more spontaneity ,booking three shows and going into the studio for the weekend between the second and third, the band unfamiliar with the new material and trying out different arrangements on the hoof to give it an edge. Indeed, the title track winds up a mantra of just those three words over an electronic buzz and muted percussion and organ.
The result's raw and imperfect, but there's an open honesty to songs like the lovely simple piano based We Winter Wrens, the lonesome Beachcomber Blues with its mournful electric guitar, country drowning miseries slow loper What One Bottle Can Do and the Gram meets Giant Sand desert waltzing In Love With The Doubt. An achingly ruminative worthy follow up, with a clutch of real stand out tracks, most notably the regret hued wistfulness of Heather, Remind Me How This Ends (a song McCartney might well relate to), making it a fine companion to romantic solitude.
Mike Davies May 2007
Dolorean - Violence In The Snowy Fields (Yep Roc)
While you can't help but think of Leonard Cohen's The Partisan when you hear the guitar melody on Put You To Sleep, the second full length album from the Oregon outfit headed up by singer-songwriter Al James is generally much more indebted to the influences of Young, Parsons, Townes Van Zandt and The Band. Though opening with the two-step lope-along The Search, the album's more prevalent tone is intimate and hushed, Jones's sorrowful ache of a voice complemented by acoustic guitars and brushed percussion, occasionally rising to a crescendo as on The Righteous Shall Destroy the Precious though even that dies on a fading lonesome whistle.
Lyrically it's not the most immediately sunniest of listens, My Grey Life (Second Chances) a bitter break up number while Dying In Time is a pledge of love on which the singer wishes they could die at the same time. However, while gloomy prospects may inform Jones's perspectives, salvation and redemption still inform his outlook, To Destruction finds places along the way where rest and comfort can be found while the Young-like title track hymn to personal steadfastness finds faith and meaning even in the apparent bleakness and that 'all things shall be revealed.' "I'm holding on to anything" he sings on the six minute slow waltz Holding On, acknowledging that the fall may be greater as a result but seeking the moments of comfort while they last.
Mike Davies
Sterns Records tend to be known for their expertise in African music as well as their rather wonderful shop servicing all world music needs. When their own releases have deviated from their African strengths, I've not always been that impressed. So, it's great to be flagging up a rather tasty release that has emerged over the summer.
A Spanish friend of mine has a long held ambition to visit Recife in North Eastern Brazil to sample the varied rhythms of the area. Given the beats heard on 'Contraditório', I'm hardly surprised. ere, DJ Dolores with Orchestra Santa Massa pulls together a real musical soup with rabeca (the local traditional violin), rock guitar, percussion of all sorts, samples, scratching and traditional vocals. It's dance music but not as we know it, Jim. This is certainly not for the faint hearted or even those who consider themselves at the cutting edge because they listen to the latest dance beats. It's hard to describe – as is the best music, of course.
Just imagine something like Fat Boy Slim meets Lee 'Scratch' Perry for one too many on a night out in one of Brazil's finest clubs. Probably destined to be a record that inspires rather than sells. Take it from me, it will astonish.
Steve Henderson
Within the dynamic of the group, the Diane Christiansen/ Steve Dawson axis has always been its strongest component. The husband and wife pair have not only been the voices but the face and backbone of Dolly Varden, it may have been unintentional but it was true, until now.
Whether the release by the duo of their Duets album has freed them and the band is a question only they can answer but the result is that The Panic Bell is a true band album and the stronger because of it.
Anyone who has seen DV perform on one of its many visits will know that just beneath the folk/Americana harmonies and melodies that were the band's trademarks, there lurked a rock band. Now the irascibility of the fish that gave the band its name has broken through, Dolly Varden just got mean and hungry.
This extension of the band's horizons has bred a new confidence that borders on a justified arrogance. S Steve Dawson snarls and moodies his way through Complete Resistance, the band appear to be in no hurry, happy to let the song's effect sink in. The result is almost a contradiction, a climactic opening track. Had this been a compilation then Dolly Varden would have thrown down a weighty gauntlet, as it is the future of The Panic Bell is in the band's own hands. The answer as to how safe those hands are, comes swiftly and emphatically, Dolly Varden simply raises the bar with the abrasive Everything. And even when the usually slightly demure Diane Christiansen lowers the lights, as she does brilliantly with Small Pockets, the song is shadowed by an air of desolation as if 'Daddy got real sad when he saw a hardcore porn show', is a metaphor for a wider loss of innocence. In many ways only a band like Dolly Varden, unencumbered by the trappings and baggage of stardom, can get that close to the truth.
Long time fans will undoubtedly blink a little as the new tougher Dolly Varden shines a blinding light on a darker side, the hearts have hardened and the flowers wilted. But it may just be that, even with a catalogue of superb albums behind it, Dolly Varden has now discovered how good a band it really is. You Never Will, with its gloriously chaotic opening, is proof positive that no matter how good it was, and it was very good, the best of Dolly Varden starts with The Panic Bell, and that's some prospect.
Michael Mee November 2007
Dolly Varden are Chicago-based husband and wife singer/songwriter duo Steve Dawson and Diane Christiansen and their band. Dumbest Magnets is their third album and is released on April 30th.
Here is an album of melodic beauty and instantly engaging songs you'll want to play again and again. It's pop/country, rootsy/rock with an inner warmth and gentle sadness which conjures up sunsets and warm breezes rather than some sharp Chicago alt.country wind.
Production is stylishly laid-back. Tasty acoustic and electric guitars, nicely rounded harmonies and lyrics which actually say something, combine to make Dumbest Magnets a real pleasure. It's a little Graham Parsons with a dusting of Van Morrison but memorably Dolly Varden.
And Dolly Varden? That's the name of a North Western American trout.
Sue Cavendish
There's really no need to go into the why of the tribute and there's even less need to explain Fats Domino's place in modern music, if you don't know by now it's too late. Furthermore, so iconic are the likes of Ain't That A Shame, I'm Walking, One Night, My Blue Heaven, Blueberry Hill and I Hear You Knockin' that it would take a musicologist to find anything new to say about them, all are part of the lives of anyone with merely a passing interest in modern music.So it's the who and the what they've done, that is the real interest. You wouldn't expect musicians of this calibre to simply recreate and they don't disappoint.
Any album that begins with John Lennon attacking Ain't That A Shame with the same will as the huns at the gates of Rome, sets its stall out early on, it also lays down a benchmark for what follows. Elton John is pleasantly surprising with a very creditable rendition of Blueberry Hill. In truth there would be at least a dozen musicians ahead of Reg in the queue for that particular classic but he acquits himself well. Although the suspicion lingers that a career in the blues should not be one of his prioritites. But legend follows legend and, after Paul McCartney and Dr John, Robert Plant weighs in with the first of two offerings, firstly he joins L'il Band Of Gold on It Keeps Rainin' and then he goes all subdued as he collaborates with Soweto Gospel Choir on Valley Of Tears, a rock god with a sensitive side.
With Goin' Home it's pretty much a case of pick your favourite, sit back and enjoy. Willie Nelson is vintage Willie Nelson with I Hear You Knockin' and Neil Young is at his brilliant best nailing Walking To Memphis. Perhaps these two capture the untamed spirit of Fats Domino best. It's a close call and largely irrelevant because each track on the 2 CDs is a gem. How can you not marvel as Lucinda Williams, Norah Jones, Bonnie Raitt, Dr John, Taj Mahal all provide the threads that are spun into a cloth of gold.
However, the brightest stars in this firmament are the songs themselves, even after so long and so many variations the real surprise is just how good they are. Each demands, and thankfully gets, careful attention.What Goin' Home shows is just what a genius Fats Domino was, after all it's taken the combined talents of the best to do what he did all by himself.
Michael Mee October 2007
Lonnie Donegan - Rock Island Line The Singles Anthology 1955-1967 (Sequel)
The king of skiffle, Donegan began his musical life playing guitar and banjo with the Chris Barber Band. Then in 1954 they recorded their New Orleans Joy album from which, that November, the label decided to release the Donegan featured cover of Huddie Ledbetter''s Rock Island Line backed with John Henry. Skiffle was born and Donegan suddenly found himself the first modern pop star as teenagers, looking for a new music, embraced his sound like crazy.
Reworking old American blues and folk songs like Stewball, Bring A Little Water Sylvie, Guthrie's Dead Or Alive, Tom Dooley, and The Grand Coolie Dam as well as covering American folk hits like Love Is Strange, he was soon a regular in the charts. In 1957, as a double A side, he released Puttin' On The Agony, a trad vaudeville style number that captured the sense of humour of his stage shows. It was a No 1 and paved the way for future 'comedy' hits Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavour, Battle of New Orleans, Have A Drink On Me and, of course, My Old Man's A Dustman.
It wasn't all knockabout stuff. Donegan could just as easily turn his hand to a plaintive, indeed often maudlin, ballad. Execution song Kevin Barry, about the teenage Irish patriot, I Wanna Go Home (better known as Sloop John B), Beyond The Sunset (about being reunited in heaven after earth's toils), Seven Daffodils (a B side that became a hit for The Mojos), and The Party's Over. For Donegan that proved to be the case when Pick A Bale of Cotton reached No 11 in 1962 and proved his last chart entry. This collection takes things up to his last Pye release, Auntie Maggie's Remedy, in 1966, but while those four years included things like a version of Doug Kershaw's Lousiana Man, Mike Settle's Where In This World Are We Going, a cover of Peter, Paul & Mary hit Lemon Tree (with old timers Miki and Griff on backing vocals) and 500 Miles From My Home, they also threw up such ill advised nonsense as his team up with music hall veteran Max Miller and, oh the shame, his world cup song, World Cup Willie, a classic case of bad timing since it came out six months before England beat Germany.
Much, inevitably, now sounds terribly dated, but as a comprehensive document of an innocent musical era in English pop history, this is well worth a place in the library.
Mike Davies
Whether your focus is drawn to the country, roots or indeed any of the myriad of delightful shades that colour Donna The Buffalo's Silverlined, you will be inevitably drawn back to one constant. This is a band that knows exactly what it wants to say and the very best way to say it.
Although Silverlined is probably one of the least self-congratulatory and bombastic albums you'll encounter, it has a certainty running through it like a steel spine. Once you've listened to the 13 tracks, you can't imagine them being done any better than they are here.
It would be a neat device to be able to say that with two vocalists - Tara Nevins and Jeb Puryear share the load equally - you get two distinct bands. In fact what you get is five hugely talented and committed musicians - Tom Gilbert, Bill Reynolds and Kathy Ziegler complete the line up - giving every ounce of effort and talent at their disposal.
What Puryear and Nevins do offer is a clever contrast, Nevins invests the album with a folk innocence, Temporary Misery in less sensitive hands would surely be nothing more than a run of the mill album track, here it flourishes and blooms, thanks to the subtle but distinct edge provided by Nevins. Puryear counters that with a rougher hewn quality.
While Silvelined is built upon an unbridled joy and passion for making music. it is also a mature and measured album. Donna The Buffalo may be able to jump styles with ease, there is aways a purpose to the shift.
It is also a body of work that has deep and solid roots, and it's that base that allows Puryear to make Tomorrow Still Knows something infiniely more interesting and layered than a standard country rock track. Silverlined may be recognizably traditional but it's not tied down by that tradition.
There is no doubt that Silverlined benefits from the fact that is a band that has been in existence for nearly two decades, it is a tight and beautifully constructed album. However instead of contempt, familiarity has bred the ability to weave magic into songs like Locket And Key and then move effortlessly on to Garden Of Eden.
After so long together, many bands find the spark of inspiration has dulled but with Silverlined, Donna The Buffalo has displayed the quirky intelligence of Biggie K, not a song you would produce from the comfort zone of simply going through the motions. It is also proof that Donna The Buffalo is unlikely to run out of ideas or steam anytime soon.
www.myspace.com/donnathebuffalo
Michael Mee August 2008
Donna The Buffalo - Positive Friction (Sugar Hill Records)
Here's another genre for you: rockin' country/cajun/reggae and its 'Fleetwood Mac' is Donna The Buffalo. But don't try and put them in a box, just enjoy their music.
Their new album Positive Friction is a quick-fix cure for a cold English summer. It's instant festival sunshine with that special something which will bring a big grin to your face and have you on your feet in two seconds flat, and keep you there. They've captured happiness on plastic!
The band's joyfully contagious music explodes unapologetically from the opening country rocker 'No Place Like The Right Time' with Tara Nevis on vocals. Bright acoustic guitar, percussion and rhythm guitar have you reaching for your tambourine to join in (you have one of course?). From then on it's no stopping; rootsy rockers with keyboards, plenty of chunky electric guitar, awesome punchy rhythm section, a rich stew of fiddle, pedal steel, gorgeous vocal harmonies and a touch of accordion. My one complaint? Of the thirteen tracks, Tara Nevis only sings lead vocals on five of them. Hers is the sort of Stevie Nicks' voice you want to hear more of.
This is the Ithaca, New York, formed six-piece's second album for Sugar Hill Records, the first being 'Rockin' In The Weary Land', but their repertoire extends back to three previous albums, two of which, 'The Ones You Love' and 'The Purple One', are available from their website.
www.donnathebuffalo.com
www.sugarhillrecords.com
Sue Cavendish
A fine recording of two Irish traditional musicians. Peadar, from Kilmaley in West Clare, who plays flute and uilleann pipes, is a recording veteran of over 40 years' standing, whereas fiddle player Maeve, who hails from East Galway (though she currently lives in Co Clare) first came to notice a little later, in the 70s. Over the years they've formed a very strong musical bond through a deep appreciation of each other's local playing style, and The Thing Itself is the second of Peadar's duet recordings (the first, Touch Me If You Dare, which teamed him up with Ronan Browne, came out in 2001). Their easy togetherness makes for comfortable (though in the sense of comforting not cosy, I hasten to add!) listening. Their empathy makes for a sensibly measured overall style, which may sound elegant and comparatively refined, but the satisfaction comes from the ease and confidence with which they play for each other - for that is what's happening, sure. We listeners are eavesdropping on some relaxed, private music-making, though we never feel unwelcome in the slightest. There's a joyous bounce to their playing that's gloriously infectious, and they give us really spirited renditions of their chosen session tunes (many from West Clare itself). On two of the tracks, producer Ronan Browne is even tempted into joining them, on flute and tin whistle. And the booklet notes enthusiastically and informingly give us everything we might wish to know about the pedigree of the tunes being played, alongside a couple of genuinely entertaining related stories. The only drawback is that delightful though their united (and unison) approach to the tunes is, there's little variation in that approach and you may yearn for a little more rough edge at times; when they do come closer to letting it rip a bit with the vitality of their playing, as on the set of polkas (track 5), the piano accompaniment (by Geraldine Cotter) imparts an altogether rather well-mannered feel to the proceedings. But that's a very minor point, and the whole album is really hugely enjoyable; I've listened to it several times, each in just the one sitting without getting bored and finding it uplifting and stimulating and always wanting more (42 minutes just ain't enough!).
David Kidman
Heading even further away from her alt-rock days with Throwing Muses, The Breeders and Belly, Donelly's becoming increasingly country, a repositioning must acutely in evidence on this latest album, new material recorded in front of a live audience over two Vermont nights (with just a couple of subsequent studio tweaks), the band taking their cues from what the song demanded in the moment.
She still plays a mean guitar and her pop rock sensibilities remain, most notably so on the opening slow swaying, pedal steel backed New England where her twangy vibrato tones conjure a meeting of Maria McKee and Marianne Faithfull.
But listen to World On Fire and you'll hear the same Appalachian roots that twine through Loretta and Dolly; she even sings that she 'wants in on Lucinda's sweet old world'. Then there's the hymn-like This Hungry Life and the soaringly majestic River Girls, both nods in the direction of vintage Emmylou. Bringing a new country spiritual ambience to George Harrison's Long Long Long with its aching violin solo (courtesy Joan Wasser), she also dips into woody folk rock colours for Invisible One (one of three featuring Buffalo Tom's Bill Janovitz on harmonies) with its dark fiddle accompaniment.
As ever, the lyrics are thoughtful, nagging reflections and observations, some hewn from her feelings and fears about the world, exceptionally captured in the gorgeous dark lullaby Kundalini Slide's exploration of spiritual crisis, while others stem from her experiences and concerns as a mother, the skipping Littlewing a bedtime fable about being hit by lightning. Indie rock's loss, is patently Americana's gain.
www.www.tanyadonelly.com
www.myspace.com/tanyadonellymusic
Mike Davies November 2006
Tanya Donelly - Whiskey Tango Ghosts (4AD)
Belly, Throwing Muses and Breeders fans who've been holding out in the hope of a return to the alt rock noise will probably finally throw in the towel with Donnelly's third solo album on which she strips the sound and instrumentation back even further. Sparingly used guitar, supper club piano, bare hints of percussion and pedal steel murmurs provide the backdrop for her worn fragile falsetto and the spartan folksiness of the wistful songs. There is, as Herman and his Hermits once said, a kind of hush ('deathly quiet' she calls it) across this collection of domestic contentment and love's grace.
Well not totally content. There are hints in the likes of the communication gulf themed Divine Sweet Divine and the self-explanatory My Life As A Ghost that something has been lost, something that still haunts outside the window and in the mirror, something that reminds she had the 'art of making waves'. But whatever memories of the past linger, whatever fears of heartbreak flutter in the stomach of Fallout, it's the knowing of being able to turn to her crown of love and not be turned away that sets the mood throughout.
Musically it hovers languidly around the back porch, its country frameworks painted with shades of jazz and blues, inviting you to float in the warm waters of such songs as Just In Case You Quit Me, Golden Mean and the scratchy loveliness of Every Devil and Whiskey Tango. It ends with the hidden bonus Dona Nobis Pacem, a seraphic a capella multi-tracked Latin psalm that transports you to the front row of Christmas church. It translates as Give Us Peace. She does too.
Mike Davies
Tanya Donelly - Beauty Sleep (4AD)
Her first album in almost five years, during which time she became a mother (thankfully not resulting in some mawkish hymn to new babies), finds Donnelly on far more assured form than her solo debut that tried too hard to replicate her work with Belly. It also marks a more serene mood as she explores a range of sonic colours within a generally melancholic melodic framework. A pulsing heartbeat is the first sound from the speakers as Life Is But A Dream unfolds like a drifting otherworldly lullaby blues, Donnelly's little girl voice taking on shades of Victoria Williams while elsewhere she'll suggest a slightly more brushed Cerys Matthews. It's not all tranquility, Wrap-Around Skirt with its eruption of guitar riffs for example, but there is a dreamlike quality to many of the tracks. The Storm with its beguiling agile melodic curves, the darker shaded Moonbeam Monkey with a lyric that sounds as if it's been plotted by Tim Burton and an arrangement plucked from some Native American medicine dance, and the closing brooding The Shadow. That number's ominous notes aside, the general tone is upbeat in its songs of finding a place and rising above the swamps, of salvation and self-acceptance. No more so perhaps than on the two glistening love song knockouts - The Wave, a simple Southern countrified acoustic waltzer with her voice at its most tar baby evoking the earthy innocence of dipping your soul in the muddy creek waters, and the disarmingly beautiful I'm Keeping You (which I suspect is the album's mother song with its reference to landing here with that 'screwed-up look on your face') set to a slow military march beat with a soaring storm of guitars for the chorus. Her most accomplished, tender and soulful work to date, if this is what doing birth does for her we can only hope she has plans for a very large family.
Mike Davies
Well here it is at last - the full (almost!) record of the famous November 1967 show at LA's then-newly-opened Anaheim Convention Center. Expanded from its original heavily-edited single LP to a glorious double CD, freshly remastered from the original 4-track tape source and sounding suitably immediate and full of presence. This hippy-trippy era was for many Donovan fans the acme of his creativity, coming between the epic, if mildly pretentious gentility of A Gift From A Flower To A Garden and the harder edges of Hurdy Gurdy Man; to many listeners, though, it grated with superficial sentiment and unbelievable naivety. I've always inclined more toward the former, while not managing to be entirely convinced by several of the songs written during that time. So Donovan's concert repertoire as portrayed here will necessarily alternate between the beauteous, poetic offerings and the trendy fripperies. The concert starts inauspiciously, with a cringeworthy intro from MC Rhett Walker, but settles in nicely with a relaxed Isle Of Islay. Young Girl Blues, which follows, provides the first of several opportunities for Donovan's accompanists to shine (Harold McNair turns in some superlative flute and sax work throughout the concert, notably on the punchy 9-minute workout on Preachin' Love that ends the first set). Taken as a whole, that first set's a bit wayward and inconsistent, with high-points like Epistle To Derroll and Widow With Shawl balanced by throwaways and disappointments (Sunny Goodge Street, There Is A Mountain). The second set follows a disappointingly lacklustre Sand And Foam with a really nice sequence that starts with Donovan augmented by the "Flower Quartet" for Hampstead Incident and spare, simple, intimate voice-and-guitar renditions of To Try For The Sun, Someone Singing and the then-newly-written Pebble And The Man (Happiness Runs), a pretty little song which always reminded me of the incredible String Band! Then it's back to childlike fables from whimsical fantasy-land with the charming Tinker And The Crab before the concert is allowed to disintegrate in terms of musical interest, with the singalong Rules And Regulations and Mellow Yellow making for a tediously blowsy and all-too-predictable finale complete with cabaret-style flourishes (thankfully faded at that point!). Tagged on at the end of which is the last half only of Catch The Wind, its frustrating incompleteness excused by what the all-too-brief liner note describes as a "machine problem"; it's a pity the notes don't tell us where this excerpt should be placed within the overall set-list... But whatever, it's still good to have the entire concert recording available now; it was clearly an occasion, very much of its time, and the sense of gentle, relaxed atmosphere is wonderful when the musical and lyrical invention is at its highest - so you can forgive (and skip!) the sillier and more embarrassing moments.
David Kidman August 2006
Donovan - Beat Cafe (Appleseed)
Dubbed the English Bob Dylan on the release of debut 69s single Catch The Wind, Donovan Leitch soon put paid to that tag with a swerve into the hippie concept album A Gift From A Flower To A Garden and the funky druggy jazzed psychedelia that characterised Mellow Yellow, Sunshine Superman, Goo Goo Barabajagal and The Hurdy Gurdy Man. The hits dried up at the end of the decade and while he continued to record through the 70s and 80s, producing such album gems as Cosmic Wheels (featuring the hilarious Intergalactic Laxative) and Essence to Essence, his fortunes continued on a downward slide.
Taking time out to recharge in the latter half of the 80s, he returned the following decade with concerts and, in 1993, a new album, One Night In Time. However, while previewing powerful tracks such as Runaway and Teenage Suicide during his UK tour, it remains unissued in the UK. The critically well-received Rick Rubin produced Sutras followed in 1996, but since then there's been silence. Until now.
Enlisting Richard Thompson producer and keyboard player John Chelew, drummer Jim Keltner and legendary jazz bassist Danny Thompson, and recording with no fixed arrangements he's created a sultry but cool collection that perfectly captures the smoky jazz, blues and poetry vibe of the bohemian cafes, the spirit of Peggy Lee informing the title track while a breathy off the shoulder setting of Dylan Thomas's Do Not Go Gentle surely owes a debt to both Eartha Kitt and Laurence Olivier.
The voice remains as softly burred and mellow as ever (beautifully so on Lover O Lover) sounding (as evidenced on the finger-snapping funky jazz groove Poor Man's Sunshine) like John Martyn but with honey rather than gravel, while the lyrics of songs such as Love Floats, Yin My Yang and Whirlwind show he's not forsaken his mystical inclinations either. Fortunately, as the self-mocking blues Lord of the Universe ably demonstrates, he's also managed to grow old with his sense of humour intact.
His folk roots are recalled too with a skittering nervy arrangement of the traditional The Cuckoo and while the closing tranquil spirituality of the simple and spare Shambhala might prompt lazy new age pigeonholing, there's a sensuous quality and earthiness here that, as in the Dr John-like voodoo ambience of The Question, shows real fire in the blood.
Unlikely to spur any major renaissance perhaps, but long time devotees will relish while providing a non decaf fix for audiences new to the jazz cafe experience.
Mike Davies
Winner of the BBC Young Folk Award in 2006 in tandem with Ben Murray, Rosie here moves even further away from her family heritage (the Doonan Family Band), and indeed folk music, presenting for her debut solo outing a confident set of songs (presumably all her own work, though actual confirmation of this is mysteriously absent from the CD's credits) that focus on exactly what the title denotes: moving on and making a fresh start and all the feelings and emotions associated with those key activities (travelling, falling in and out of love, developing new ideas and so on). In doing so, Rosie is following the time-honoured path (and themes) of those singer-songwriters who have - on the evidence of the music on this disc - clearly much inspired her (notably perhaps, Carole King and Joni Mitchell). Moving On is an absorbingly mature artistic statement, couched in a distinctly radio-friendly (and in fact not especially folky) musical language and intelligently realised settings that any major-league recording artist would be proud to embrace in a bid for airplay and chart success. There are points when it feels almost as though Rosie has moved on just a bit too far for a first-timer, whereas at other times the sweetness and brightness of the instrumental palette is a front for some pretty deep reflection; don't let the accessibility and forwardly-placed breeziness of many of the musical settings deceive you into treating these songs lightly. For example, the most sparsely-scored of the songs (Hold On) forms a bleak contrast to the busy, toyshop-playful psych-pop confection of Little Boat, but both carry their own persuasive degree of emotional weight. All in all, the songs together encompass a range of emotional states which Rosie proves herself more than capable of expressing vocally, with a haunting tonal quality and an enviable control of phrasing and inflection that seems almost prescient and certainly beyond her years. The settings are informed by a semi-jazzy, pop-conscious sensibility and boosted by some splendid musicianship courtesy of folks like Peter Tickell, Michael Doonan, Bob Thomas, with Joss and Theo Clapp figuring large in the picture. In view of the importance rightly placed on Rosie's songwriting here, though, it's a bit of a shame that she didn't include the lyrics in the package..
www.rosiedoonan.com
www.myspace.com/rosiedoonan
David Kidman February 2009
Long-term songsmith Charlie, for her sixth album release, delivers a disc that's every bit as personal as Cuckoo Hill, but in a different way. It's a delicious set of (almost exclusively) covers of songs from well back in the past: good old-fashioned songs with old-fashioned values like strong melodies, songs which she'd always loved but never got round to recording until seriously nudged to do so by Beth Nielsen Chapman. The story goes that Beth heard Charlie and her collaborator Julian Littman playing old Jimmie Rodgers songs for fun after a BBC radio broadcast they shared one day.
Indeed, the very title of this new album refers back to Hula Valley, the name of a pick-up band that Charlie, Julian and a few mates convened to fill a residency at a London club in her formative years – but to be fair there's a distinct Hawaiian vibe about many of the tracks, and with steel and resonator guitars and ukes and gentle acoustic brushings prominent in the instrumentation that's no wonder. Charlie's in great voice too, seductive and idiomatic with a keen and affectionate grasp of the material: light-toned but not lightweight, evocative and appealing as it glides effortlessly through the genres from lazy jazz to coquettish croon to playful swing. The eleven songs do include some from the repertoire of the Singing Brakeman, but they range far and wide over the Depression-era catalogue and beyond, from a gorgeous Roll Along Kentucky Moon and a tender Prairie Lullabye to the quirky Everybody Does It In Hawaii and the Milton Brown curiosity The Object Of My Affection; the obscure Al Bowlly number Alone to the fun Dixie-jugband Desert Blues and the spirited hillbilly standard Radio Boogie; and there's even two songs made famous by Bing Crosby (Love In Bloom and Learning To Croon). Finally, the tougher rockabilly-styled I'm Cleaning Out My House turns out to have been penned by Charlie herself!
As for Charlie's support crew on this new offering, well it's classy and real tasty: Julian naturally (on all things string), with Graham Henderson (dobro and piano), Jake Walker (violin), Dudley Phillips (double bass), Mick Foster (clarinet) and Tom Rees-Roberts (trumpet). And Beth returns the favours by donating backing vocals to lots of the songs – and a brilliant, happy job she makes of it too! This is a delectable, elegant, intelligent and thoroughly charming (if perhaps unexpected) addition to Charlie's recorded catalogue.
David Kidman July 2009
Last year Dore released Sleep All Day And Other Stories, her first album in a decade and only her fourth in the quarter of a century since her debut single Pilot of the Airwaves, a turntable hit here but reaching the Billboard Top 20 in America. Though as a writer she's provided songs for Tina Turner, Celine Dion and Hayley Westenra, she's not exactly been prolific as a recording artist. But she's clearly making up for lost time, swiftly returning with this second collection of new material, extending the last album's country-folk flavours with sultrier flavours; a tabla rippling through the late night torch groove of Your Lover Called with its greasy Guy Barker sax break, eastern European mazurka hints flecking When We Fall.
Taking its name from the street where she grew up, the album's dedicated to her late father and brother, both of whom passed away last year and whose ghosts haunt melancholic songs like Looking For My Own Lone Ranger, Someone Other, Shoeless and the quietly heartbreaking Captain Of Industry their recurring themes of the need for comfort, reassurance and self-discovery.
As with its predecessor, songs of abandonment and frustrated relationships such as Mr Williams (which wittily references Andy's hits) and the Gallic flavoured spare piano ballad She's Another Madeleine sit alongside the deep hymns to enduring love that are My Wayward Friend and When We Fall. Indeed, even When Bill Hicks Died, a bluegrassy homage to the legendary comic (complete with a sample from one of his performances) twists into some kind of back handed compliment.
Again often evoking comparisons to the McGarrigles with her achingly pure warbling voice, it's an album that seduces, beguiles, saddens and uplifts in equal measure. Quite, ahem, aDoreable.
Mike Davies, July 2006
The disc's title is a fair indication of the tenor and subject-matter of the songs penned by this Belfast-born, Glasgow-based singer-songwriter who has at last finally got round to making a solo record (you might recall his fine duo CD with Heather Innis, Waiting For The Calm, which was released in 2004). On this collection, Ciaran chases his dreams; he also revisits his home (The Prodigal's Return), and muses on the paradoxes of life (It's Only When I'm Drinking) while paying homage to Joni Mitchell, Josh Ritter and other heroes with whom he's crossed physical or metaphorical paths over the years. He sings well, directly communicating with his listeners, and he writes powerfully and persuasively with a keen feel for observation of people and their emotions. His songs are pensive, but invariably couched in a musical setting that's accessible and radio-friendly (almost to a fault, for I feel the nigh-ubiquitous soft-rock cadences of sax, piano and keyboards on several tracks detract a little from the impact and passion of Ciaran's lyrics - but that's a personal preference, and you may well warm to that approach more than I do). The standout songs for me come towards the close of the album: the climate-change warning of Halcyon Highway (written after reading Mark Lynas's book High Tide), Wrong Turns which poignantly epitomises the disc title's philosophical dilemma, and Calvary Circus, Ciaran's impassioned response to the Good Friday Agreement. Ciaran has an obvious strong respect for the tradition, which extends as much to the contemporary tradition (the writing of latter-day masters such as Eric Bogle, Anthony John Clarke and Kieran Halpin and, perhaps most especially in respect of elements such as some of the chord-changes, Joni Mitchell): his thoughtful rendition of Raglan Road, which forms the disc's one non-original, is very nicely done. As I hinted, there are occasional touches of over-arrangement, but overall Ciaran has produced, with the invaluable aid of Stuart Duncan and a host of other capable musicians and singers, a satisfying and well-rounded collection of self-penned songs.
David Kidman May 2008
Longtime resident of suburban Birmingham, now domiciled in rural Wales where she doubles up as musician, organic gardener and educational environmental artist, the breathily reedy voiced thumb piano playing Doubleday made her recording debut five years ago with Renewal, earning warm reviews for its jazzy folk flavours and blend of African, Irish and Balkan influences. She returns to now plying the same mix of influences but with the increased maturity, confidence and deepening of textures passing time has wrought. Again those looking for quick references points might light on Sally Oldfield, but you'll also find shades of Joni, Janis Ian, Anne Briggs, the spidery aspects of Kate Bush, and a less darker voiced June Tabor while she'd be quick to point out the influence of the late poet Frances Horovitz on her work.
Trevor Lines reprises his bass duties from the debut album while this time round the musical line up welcomes percussionist Tom Chapman (who plays reclaimed copper pots), guitarist and acclaimed UK kora player Daniel Wilkins, producer Joe Broughton on violin and Pamela Pinnock and Tina Barnes providing backing vocals. Together they create an intoxicating brew, rich in layered and sinuously subtle arrangements hewn equally from the musical traditions of West Africa, Irish backwaters, the Mississippi and the hayricks of England.
Adorned with images of flowers and nature, her songs treat on the giddy rush of love (Do You Not Know, Sweet Dandelion), political hypocrisy (the heady chant structured Follow Through), fecund nature (Wild Poppies), grief and forgiveness (Watch The Flowers), her daughter (the pure tinkling trad folk In Full View) and the beauty but ephemeral nature of life (a tranquil watery Silver Blue). Songs like the hypnotic, sensual Eucalyptus (where she invokes Aboriginal vocalese) and the choral African hymnal title track (surely a number made to be sung into the Glastonbury twilight) curling through the blood, it's an album that seeps inside you, taking root and blossoming into a spiritual soundtrack for the soul.
www.katedoubleday.com
www.myspace.com/katedoubleday
Mike Davies March 2008
Kate Doubleday - Renewal (Copper)
Built upon a foundation of leafy Englishness, Kate's musical influences bring with them hues of jazz, and world music, her love of South African a cappela clearly evident on the bouncy opening Footsteps and closing choral Badumba but also bubbling beneath the rhythms of Sweet Feeling, while the harmonic undercurrents of Had To Be evoke thoughts of Bulgarian outfit Les Mysteres de Voix Bulgares.
Whether standing alone or weaving through intricate multi-tracked harmonies as with the layered backing of Rise and Fall, her reedy, soaring voice has the taste of summer rain, beautifully set here among imaginative arrangements that vein Sid Peacock's acoustic guitar with Ruth Angell's violin, Trevor Lines's assorted basses, percussion courtesy Rocky Amoo and Mark Lockett, and her own thumb piano. At times (as with Needs And Wants) sounding not unlike a one woman Poozies, her songs of loss and renewal weave an evocative cool spell.
Mike Davies
Double Trouble were Stevie Ray Vaughan's rhythm section: Chris Layton, drums, and Tommy Shannon, bass. Here they are joined by 'friends', including SRV's brother Jimmie, Dr John, Charlie Sexton, Susan Tedeschi, Willie Nelson, Kenny Wayne Shepherd, and the outstanding Doyle Bramhall II, whose albums I'll be looking out for in the future.
It's not one of those supergroup experiments which didn't quite gel. The Layton/Shannon axis bonds this dynamic collection of musicians and songs like Superglue. Obviously recorded live in the studio, there's that smouldering fire a great live jam band has, even though different tracks have different line ups. Most have played with Layton and Shannon before: Sexton and Bramhall in the Arc Angels; Tedeschi; and Shepherd, who they'll be touring the US with in April.
Here's classic Texan rock/electric blues and R&B, original songs and covers. Tommy Shannon co-writes songs which soar like eagles; left-hander Doyle Bramhall's Fender Stratocaster is as dirty as R&B can get on Muddy Waters' She's All Right; Led Zep's Rock And Roll absolutely storms along with Kenny Wayne Shepherd on guitar and Susan Tedeschi on vocals; close your eyes for the gorgeous finale, Baby, There's No One Like You, deep and sophisticated, with Willie Nelson on guitar and Dr John's on vocals. Those are just a few highlights of an album I'll be playing for a long time to come.
There's more than the ghost of Stevie Ray Vaughan here (and I don't just mean the 30-second hidden track). The whole album is shiveringly good - it doesn't get much better than this for me.
Sue Cavendish
Blood's Too Rich is the latest - and most eagerly-awaited - offering from Canadian guitar virtuoso/hero Luke, on which he's backed by his storming White Falcon band (Rich Levesque, Melissa McClelland, with Paul Brennan and John Dinsmore and a load of others helping out). It's a heavy-duty collection of uniformly strong songs - all Luke's own, save for Motorbike (jointly penned with Mike Plume) and a cover of Robert Smith's Love Cats (which to be honest sounds out of place in this august company). But there's a definite danger that the quality of the songwriting will be overshadowed by Luke's signature Gretch axe-wielding; certainly I've a feeling that the album will be taken down from the shelves most often just to reacquaint oneself with such fabulous solo work as that on Take You Home and First Day (In The New Hometown).
My advice is to concentrate on the power of the storytelling too, for it reaps considerable rewards and then you'll find all that mad axe work is both a massive knife ripping and tearing through the textures and a thick layer of icing on the cake. Anyone unfamiliar with Luke's music who responds to Tom Petty or Springsteen, say, should find loads to get off on here; if you don't normally enjoy big killer geetar solos, then you should still be able to admire and enjoy Luke's thoroughly musical, and relevant, playing - he sees and develops the broader picture, and his soloing, while bold and upfront, genuinely serves the songs rather than being a mere vehicle for flashy pyrotechnics. The sound of the album - a self-production by Luke himself - is rich and suitably full-blooded: great stuff.
David Kidman March 2008
Jerry Douglas - The Best Kept Secret (Koch Records)
We can allow Jerry Douglas the irony of the title of his new CD. To the general public he may not be particularly well known but amongst Americana musicians and fans, to call him acclaimed and respected seems scant respect. Currently a member of Alison Krauss's Union Station (Krauss makes a guest appearance here singing on the neatly funky Back In Love Again) Douglas has played on over 1500 albums, including releases by Garth Brooks, Paul Simon, James Taylor and Ray Charles. Jerry Douglas is proof that the best only work with the best.
The Best Kept Secret is a masterclass in American and country roots but unlike a dry lecture, it is full of colour and passion. It also deftly draws together strands of country, blues (brilliantly on Swing Blues No 1 with the inimitable John Fogerty taking the vocals), and jazz and turns them into a marvellously ornate tapestry. The origins of Americana and country may be humble, however in the hands of Jerry Douglas the music is fit for the finest table.
Douglas takes what is largely an instrumental album and injects a sometimes one-dimensional genre with an irresistible energy. The breathless energy of Who's Your Uncle, the slightly dark and threatening energy of Ya Ya etc and the wild, romantic energy of U R My Flower all make this a rousing and gripping listen.
But that energy is punctuated by moments of pure beauty, A Remark You Made and Snow's First Fall are tender moments which help make this a rounded and complete listen.
Michael Mee, January 2006
Jerry Douglas - Lookout For Hope (Sugar Hill Records)
The man is the Master. Jerry Douglas and his Dobro are the ultimate instrumental marriage of steel, slide and melody. So often heard and seen in the credits of a host of other artists' albums, Douglas from time to time comes up with a CD gem of his own. Basically bluegrass, Douglas can take music in pretty much any genre and make it entirely his own.
The latest is the stunning Lookout For Hope. Opening with Duane Allman's sweet Little Martha simply arranged and beautifully played with just guitars and bass, Douglas moves on with a rebel-rousing Patrick Meets The Brickbats with full bluegrass band including Sam Bush on mandolin. Bush appears again on the achingly lovely Footsteps Fall (by Boo Hewerdine) with vocals by the wonderful Maura O'Connell - one of the only two tracks with vocals. Compare it with Eddi Reader's version on her last CD Simple Soul. I'll have to vote for the Jerry/Maura cover - a few more calories but quite delicious!
Monkey Let The Hogs Out is a sixty-second interlude with Douglas solo - then crickets (sampled) and a Bill Frisell song Lookout For Hope with full band - an intriguing experimental amble of jazzy, loopy music Frissell would be proud of. Lasting over ten minutes, it's a hypnotic groove in six eight time held together by stand-up bass. The mandolins of Sam Bush and Nickel Creek's Chris Thile weave an adversorial and hypnotic groove with Douglas and guitarists Bryan Sutton and Trey Anastasio. It's a knockout!
There's more: sax, electric guitar and drums on the jazz-frenzy Douglas original instrumental, Cave Bop. And there are several more originals - a favourite, the lazy-groove Senia's Lament, features Victor Krauss on bass and Larry Atamanuik on percussion. The album concludes with James Taylor on vocals on the reflective The Suit.
Jerry Douglas's Look Out For Hope is now available on-line from www.amazon.co.uk and I recommend it highly. My album of the week.
Sue Cavendish
Recorded over three days in three parts, or opuses, with just four musicians (Kim Sherwood-Caso taking lead vocals on several cuts), the songs run together to emulate the live show, this, according to Dowd, is intended as a combination of variety show and soul revue, a personal mosaic of American music that embraces jazz, funk, blues, vaudeville, country and metal.
Over 17 tracks (three of them admittedly under 10 second introductions to each opus), the 60 year old purveyor of Americana gothic, this is more of a listening odyssey (through the battle of the sexes, as ever) and musical experience than your average album. There's a spooked nursery lullaby that transmutes into beat poetry in Danger/Blind Painter Paints Black, Off Broadway is samba shuffle and freak out jazz guitar, while Infidelity/Gargon vs the Unicorn tills similar ground to the early Beefheart with Mike Stark's keyboards weaving a funky spell.
Elsewhere Sherwood-Caso scats over the instrumental loose funk of Union Of Idiots, jazz-metal shards and desert beatnik blues boil over Easy Money and Things A Woman Needs and Maybe Brazil run together like the soundtrack to some 60s movie reefer trip sequence. You could imagine this playing to a liquid light show in the acid heyday of Monterey, which, more many heads, is probably the best recommendation it could have.
www.johnnydowd.com
www.myspace.com/johnnydowdband
Mike Davies April 2008
Two throaty voiced Southern gothic mavericks for the price of one, forged out of the Looking For The Wrong Eyed Jesus documentary this brings together both Johnny Dowd and Jim White with regular Dowd drummer Willie B for an album that hones and channels rather than dilutes their individual strengths.
As might be expected, shot through with biblical imagery the songs etch dark pictures of a hidden America devoid of not only God but the Devil too. A Man Loves His Wife may promise a tale of tenderness but instead you get a tenderly musically brushed portrait of a self-loathing drunk lost in weakness and failure, a disillusioned wife bone-weary with trying and a loveless marriage where the fireworks of love had sputtered out and suicide seems the only solution.
The swamp funky God's Back Pocket slouches through a tale of a con artist preacher, a sonic raging Man In A Plaid Suit tells of a 'frightened obscure man' who, a mixture of 'violence and shame' who sees a world washed in sin and only takes his hands out of his suit pockets at night, the spooky voodoo skewed nonsense rhyming pop of Spider In The Bed conjures all sort of sexual creepiness and on the deliberate talking blues funk The Good Die Young a guilt-ridden man has a vision of the best friend soldier of fortune whose death he caused when he fled a battle.
Often evocative of a weirded out Talking Heads (Ten commandments even borrows a riff from Crosseyed & Painless), it's a clanking, stylistically switchbacking affair that veers between extremes from the punk thrashing staccato jabs of Chicken Shack and the Zappa dance funk Alien Tongue to the molasses slow spoken Devil's music gospel Thomas Dorsey and the stripped back lonesome harmonica and banjo of the bittersweet stained romantic dreams of the closing Dream On. Not always an easy listen, but most definitely an intriguing one.
www.johnnydowd.com
www.jimwhite.net
www.williebmusic.net
Mike Davies, Sept 2006
Whether or not it's the influence of Jim White but showing a welcome return to form after Cemetery Gates, Dowd's firing on all cylinders for this swampy country gothic blues rock set. Backed by drummer Brian Wilson and Michael Stark on organ, it snakes its lurching grooves, choppy rhythms and throaty vocals through a set of songs that burrow around in the sexual undergrowth "he realised his troubles came from that thing between his legs," he growls on House of Pain), the belly of despair (the lonely death of a washed up musician on Final Encore, a song worthy of Nick Cave) and the squalid garbage of Bush politics (Praise God's cynical soldier's commentary on Iraq).
Death, doom and drink loom large in Dowd's harsh landscapes, the clanging, lurching Waitsian industrial blue collar funk Ding Dong even sounds like its drunk. Which, as it happens, is also the title of another track, a country swayer about feeling suicidal and been desperate for a drink in which he namechecks himself and ropes in Sally Timms and Jon Langford from The Mekons to raise a harmony glass for the chorus.
It's a pressure cooker album, the tight playing turning up the heat with its jazz and blues flames so that you almost taste the sweat from the musical pores on things like grinding riffage blues Poverty House, nervy Beefheart-like Cradle of Lies, a swamp fever Miracles Never Happen and the spoken verses of urban neon noir steamroller Corner Laundromat.
There's several times here where Dowd invites old school heavy metal into the arrangements, so it's appropriate that the album plays out with a slow, snake-eyed predatory blues spoken version of Johnny B Goode that incorporates a sample of Black Sabbath's crushing riff from Iron Man. Cruel but irresistible.
Mike Davies
Johnny Dowd - Cemetery Shoes (Munich)
On stage Johnny Dowd has charisma in a cool dude, mature James Dean kinda way - but his songs are Grimm Tales for adults and when he smiles you might expect to see fangs. Cult figure? He's probably someone's doctoral thesis already.
This owner of a furniture moving company in Ithica, New York (via Texas, Memphis & Oklahoma), spawns darkly skewed Americana with delightful regularity. His latest release is Cemetry Shoes, his sixth album since '98's disturbing & original work of genius, Wrong Side of Memphis.
Cemetery Shoes is classic rocking Dowd with lyrics drawled like a personal threat - guitars, organ, bass and drums (& crashing dustbin lids, gun and wrecker's yard?) from Dowd himself, Brian Wilson and Justin Asher - could have been recorded on a set of a gothic horror movie - but actually it's the less onimous office of the Zolar Moving Company with Dowd the producer. No cool, clear harmonies from vocal partner Kim Sherwood-Caso, who complements him so well on previous albums, but there's quite enough meat on the bone here not to want more.
If you like story-telling from the Dark Side, Johnny Dowd's for you. He's a true poet, he intrigues, he entertains, he makes you smile and however paranoid he might appear to be, he's wonderful. Every album is collectors' gold.
Sue Cavendish
Mark Dowding & Chris Harvey - Manchester Ballads (Cock Robin)
This two-disc set of 35 ballads is termed (with some degree of understatement!) a musical companion to the 1983 Manchester Education Committee publication Manchester Ballads which had been compiled and edited by Harry Boardman and Roy Palmer. The ballads themselves are concerned with an apparently inexhaustible variety of subjects (love and romance, crime and punishment, politics, transport, major historical or local events and innovations of the time), so there's plenty of lively interest (a far cry from the esoteric and often impenetrable mythology of the Child ballad, many listeners will note with relief!). We learn from the booklet note that in many cases the original broadsides containing the ballads did not have tunes indicated, and so a popular tune of the day might reasonably be appropriated - a practice which is followed entirely honourably on several of the ballads on this set. As regards performance convention and arrangement, this as Mark acknowledges is very much open to speculation; since a potentially quite authentic-seeming (though simplistic) unaccompanied ballad-seller's approach would not have made for interesting listening over 35 ballads, a wide range of instrumental timbres has instead been used on this recording (the brief being that theoretically all possible instrumental sounds would have been available to the 19th century performer). The piano was the century's "key" instrument, so its sound features heavily rather than the guitar), and is imaginatively augmented by keyboard-reproduction- harmonium, bugle-and-drum (courtesy of Chris, naturally), as well as Mark's own banjo, concertinas, mandolin and (very occasional) guitar. Mark proves the ideal advocate for the unearthing of these ballads, with his lively performing style and enthusiastic espousal of the Manchester heritage (he's already given tumultuously-received folk festival presentations on the Ballads); his collaboration with Chris here proves the absolute dream-team for bringing these ballads vividly to life. Alison Younger also adds vocal to one of the selections, while three of the ballads are recited rather than sung. The set's a real embarrassment of riches - there's so much to enjoy here that a succinct review such as this cannot begin to do justice to the invaluable treasure-trove of material which these two discs contain; additional interest is provided by the revelation of discovering the "proper" (ie authentic) tunes for folk-repertoire stalwarts like The Calico Printer's Clerk, and I feel sure that singers will be eager to learn many of these ballads themselves. This is a very entertaining set which will I'm sure enjoy considerable, and wide, appeal - even well outwith Greater Manchester!
David Kidman
This is the latest release in the superb In The House series from Germany's Crosscut Records. Recorded at the Lucerne Blues Festival it features R.J. Mischo, Richard Innes and Felix Goldwasser, otherwise known as The Down Home Super Trio.
Goldwasser takes on the vocal for the up-tempo, urban opener, If You Dig Me Let Me Know, but it is Mischo's stunning lungs on harmonica that steal the show. Sister Taught Me Guitar is again in the urban style but this time it is a bit more rounded with Mischo on vocals and more of his excellent harp. It is all the more surprising that they achieve this sound without a bassist. They continue to switch lead vocalists and Goldwasser returns for Candle Is Burning Low which a John Lee Hooker style grinder.
Mischo then takes over the mike for a series of songs beginning with Just Can't Say. This loses its way slightly but Mischo's harmonica playing is still top drawer. Blues King Mango is short and sweet but swings along very well and Keep On Running shows Mischo's lungs of steel again. He also chips in with a bit of bass drum for what is a highlight of the set. Alex Schultz adds his not inconsiderable guitar talents on the instrumental Grand Casino and hangs around for another highlight, Going Down The Line. This is up-tempo and played to the highest class.
Mischo's final vocal involvement is on They Try To Kill Me which has a Howlin' Wolf cadence to it. Goldwasser returns to the mike for the last three songs and Just Don't Care vies for the title of best song on the album with Keep On Running and Going Down The Line. This has Mischo's best harmonica performance and is very easy to sing along to. Homesick Blues keeps up the faster pace and the album finishes with the Willie Dixon song Bloody Tears which is played in an Elmore James style and has Billy Flynn joining in on guitar.
Congratulations to Crosscut for covering the Lucerne Blues Festival and I hope that they continue to do so.
David Blue
Does it work? I think it might. The starting point is country music, heavily influenced by American singer/ songwriters and NY rap. With a sense of humour and even irony. If anything as the CD progresses it gets softer and back onto more familiar territory. Definitely different.
Colin Edwards
[Ed. He's got the looks and the hat. Mixed race, Native American Jason has also got the attitude!]
John Doyle - Wayward Son (Compass)
There's nothing wayward about the musicianship of guitarist and singer John who as co-founder of Solas remains at the forefront of the ongoing renaissance in Irish traditional music. John once again demonstrates his impeccable credentials with a new album of well-chosen songs and tunes on which he enjoys the instrumental and vocal assistance of a dozen illustrious guest musicians and singers. John's guitar is to the forefront of all the tracks, driving the rhythm along exactly as you'd expect yet also delivering some tastefully tricky runs and fills of the type that astound and delight and for which he's always been renowned. It may come as a small surprise to learn that only four of the twelve tracks are purely instrumental, but John's blessed with a fine singing voice, which in the band context and on previous offerings has been undervalued I feel so Wayward Son redresses the balance to some extent. The first of the instrumental tracks is perhaps the best of the four, a glorious jigs-to-reel set ending up with the tune after which the album is named, but in truth you just can't fault any of the tune-sets, especially as John's taken such care to clothe them all in significantly different garb. I thought the concertina and whistle combination (courtesy of John Williams and Seamus Egan) backing John on the unusually-metred track 11 set of reels most beguiling (though it's a pity the set is faded), while the characteristic blend of Messrs McCusker and McGoldrick is heard to good advantage on the Tie The Bonnet reel-set (track 8). And speaking of the McCusker connection, who but a certain K. Rusby should crop up singing a duet vocal on Bitter The Parting, a song penned by John himself to which Kate's vocal qualities are perfectly suited, indeed this song could almost have been taken for one of her own compositions with its acute feel for the traditional idiom. John also turns in a fine version of The Apprentice Boy, for which he uses the delightful tune that Cathal McConnell sung on an early Boys Of The Lough recording, and makes an unexpected but most successful excursion into old-time Americana with Little Sadie, a song from his adopted home-territory of North Carolina, with Stuart Duncan's whining fiddle an ideal foil for John's vocal treatment of the tale. The jewel in the crown as far as the songs are concerned, though, is The Month Of January, on which Linda Thompson duets with John in an intriguing harmony vocal arrangement that imparts a bleak and chilling quality entirely befitting the words. As well as John's necessary signature presence on every track, a further unity is imparted by the presence of Danny Thompson on bass for the majority of the selections, and Kenny Malone's percussion enhances around half of the tracks too. I shouldn't need to mention contributions from Alison Brown, Liz Carroll and Tim O'Brien, but should you not be convinced of the excellence of this CD already… !
David Kidman
Delta Moon - Howlin' (Delta Moon Records)
The cover has a wolf howling at the moon so are we in for some Howlin' Wolf blues? The answer is no but what Delta Moon offer is blues and roots in a style that is very much their own. Howlin' opens with the meaty You Don't Have To Go, which has dual slide guitars from Tom Gray and Mark Johnson added to Kristin Markiton's sultry vocal. This all adds up to blues/rock of the highest standard. Higher Ground is not the Stevie Wonder song but rather another original from the band. Tom Gray's husky vocal works well with Markiton's on this country blues influenced offering. The band is already tight and Johnson produces some classy slide. Must Be Lonely is some more country rock and is a fine example of how well Gray and Markiton's voices go together.
Midnight Train is, in my opinion, the standout track on the album. This is one that I want to rock to and Scott Callison on drums and Phil Skipper on bass show how good a rhythm section they are. There's more country inflected roots on Put Your Arms Around Me but this is not their best. Low Country Boil is more like them - this is swamp music and you better believe it. Officer is a bit of a missed chance. It is a good blues based Southern rock track but the sound is just not full enough. The electric Blue Highway has funky piano from Gray, good vocals from Markiton and Callison keeps things together on drums. If anything was to be described as Delta Moon's style then this would be it.
The strangely titled Tiltawhirl is a solid blues rock song and we get the fuller sound that we sought on Officer through Let Tomorrow Be. This is a bit 70s style rock (not that that's a bad thing) and it is Johnson who excels here. Lovin' In The Moonlight is the closing track and is full of sultry southern roots references. All in all, this is a good introduction to the music of Delta Moon - I think I'll go and find some more.
David Blue
First, the "complete recorded works" set Fruit Tree had supposedly presented in one handy box all the Nick Drake we ever needed; then in 2004 came along Made To Love Magic, ostensibly a "mopping-up exercise" which contained among other delights a rich pearl in the shape of a newly-discovered, long-forgotten song (Tow The Line). Fans had by then gained access to a handful of bootleg discs, the latest of which had purported to contain "the complete home recordings" (made at Nick's mother's house in Tamworth-in-Arden) which pre-dated the three studio albums; surely that would have been the last word, and there really was no more to be unearthed? But now along comes a new "official" collection, Family Tree, masterminded by the managers of Nick's estate (his sister Gabrielle and Cally Callomon), which presents a co-ordinated sequence of what are described as "period amateur home recordings that capture the sketches of a burgeoning songwriting genius as he learns his trade" (that might be over-egging it a bit I feel, but we get the gist!). Drawing from recordings made at home and during his year's sojourn in Aix En Provence (1967), a key period in his artistic quest, Family Tree deliberately tells a story of sorts, mostly through performances by Nick himself but also tellingly including within the sequence a couple of songs movingly performed by his mother Molly, and a delightful duet with Gabrielle (All My Trials). And Nick's classical upbringing is represented by a brief snippet of the first movement of Mozart's Kegelstatt trio (where he plays clarinet alongside his aunt and uncle). Overall I'm not entirely convinced by the "story-telling" approach, but the music itself has been extremely capably remastered (some tracks sound absolutely brilliant, and most are infinitely acceptable in comparison with the original flaky tape sources) and there many fascinating insights are to be gained by hearing these recordings. High points will inevitably be the extraordinary original songs like Strange Meeting II and Rain; Nick's distinctly unusual approach to covering Dylan's Tomorrow Is A Long Time; his unorthodox phrasing on Jackson C. Frank's Milk And Honey; and of course the early tryouts of Day Is Done and Way To Blue (the latter piano-accompanied), which prove amazingly rich even without the later Robert Kirby string arrangements. Sadly, my promo copy of the disc doesn't include sleeve notes, so, rather unhelpfully, I'm left guessing regarding the actual provenance and date of individual tracks within the sequence. But it's still evident that the compilers have achieved their goal of assembling "something worthy of Nick's legacy", and I'm sure the "finished package" will be seen to reflect this admirably when it finally gets released in a week or so's time. I can safely say that Nick Drake completists will want this release, whether or not they already have the aforementioned bootleg (and ten out of the 28 tracks on Family Tree are common to both); but it's sure also to appeal strongly to those wishing to gain an insight into his development as a performer (and yes, songwriter - even though much of the material on Family Tree consists of covers), his almost-overnight shift from the Bert-Jansch-inflected, bluesy style of his contemporaries to the strikingly original singer-songwriter he became. I'd consider this new disc an essential acquisition for anyone who's ever found Nick's work an inspiration, not least because during the course of its hour-long span we ourselves are brought closer to his own formative process than hitherto.
David Kidman June 2007
Nick Drake - Made To Love Magic (Island/Universal)
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Barry Dransfield - Unruly (Violin Workshop)
I've long been a big admirer of Barry Dransfield's artistry; he and his brother Robin provided many a formative folk revival experience for local youths I know, and although my own appreciation was conducted at a significantly greater geographical remove I would never underestimate the brothers' seminal importance in the context of that revival. Since the demise of the Dransfields as a duo unit, Barry's retired to instrument-making at least twice, but on each occasion he's made a (seemingly reluctant?) comeback to performing. Last time was in the mid-to-late 90s, with two excellent CDs (Be Your Own Man and Wings Of The Sphinx, both of which still comes down from the dusty shelves more often than many of their companions). This new CD, then, arrived very much out of the blue, with no fanfare. Of course it's welcome, that goes without saying. But first I was rather mystified by the title - for it's hardly "Dransfield goes punk" (now there's a thought!) but actually quite a refined product, in character almost anything but unruly (and in any case, that title's already been used by the ECBB hasn't it?). I'll even admit that on first couple of plays I was distinctly underwhelmed, thinking that Barry was underselling his fiddle prowess and sacrificing it at the altar of some fairly bland guitar playing, but first impressions were deceptive and I think I was judging it a little harshly for there's a healthy amount of fine fiddle playing to enjoy here. Unruly is a purely solo effort, with straightforward voice-and-guitar or voice-and-fiddle performances that on several occasions are overdubbed with further multiple fiddles and/or cello(s) to give a stately consort-like ambience to the arrangements. It's also very much an album that reflects Barry's current place of residence (Sussex), not least in a significant proportion of its choice of material. The opener, Haul Away, for instance, is a gentle, reflective own-composition about the Hastings fishermen. Then, three of the ensuing songs have been learned directly from Sussex traditional singers: Adieu Sweet Lovely Nancy from the Copper Family, the epic Grand Conversation On Napoleon from the mighty Gordon Hall and Constant Lovers from Ron Spicer. The latter works especially well, taken slightly faster than its customary lugubrious singaround pace and embracing a tender lilt that enhances the tune's intrinsic beauty with a compassionate arrangement (perhaps it's as well, then, that on this occasion Barry didn't opt for Gordon Hall's wicked "completion" of the song!). Grand Conversation at first seems a mite dull, with just the guitar framing Barry's singing, but builds nicely over its eight-minute span and again is enhanced by the cello-rich setting. Pick of the rest of the vocal selections for me is Barry's simple and unaffected setting of Mary Webb's Harps In Heaven, three minutes of comparatively unadorned beauty. I was less captivated by Barry's arrangements of the popular Handel arias Where'er You Walk and Silent Worship; although I can see the merit of his treating them almost as folksongs, it's just that I don't particularly rate Handel! I also found Barry's treatment of The Star Of Logy Bay a trifle dull (so perhaps it's as well that he'd cut it down to just four verses). Finally, there's a small clutch of instrumental tracks scattered judiciously throughout the CD; Barry's twin-fiddle version of the Mittel Jigs is delightful for a start, and his winning way of bringing classical and folk sources together is persuasively demonstrated on Glory/Biber, while a short solo set combining a slow air by William Marshall that "just reeks of the Highlands" with a vigorous Shetland reel provides a superb end to the album. (Distributed by Proper.)
David Kidman
Robin, with his brother Barry, together formed arguably the most charismatic of the acoustic duos who hung onto the coat-tails of the 60s folk revival and the ensuing folk-rock scene. They made two of the most influential LPs of the period (Rout Of The Blues and Lord Of All I Behold) for Bill Leader's Trailer label, then went their own separate ways. Robin's solo LP project Tidewave was begun in 1974 during a sojourn in France, but only finally completed five years later in London. The resulting Tidewave album is reissued here in its entirety as the first disc of this two-disc set. It's an unusually eclectic disc by the standards of the day, boasting some imaginative arrangements both in terms of musical settings and source material, even though the bulk of the repertoire is traditional in origin. Robin's version of The Cutty Wren is eerie rather than jolly; recorded in Paris and featuring the spectral hurdy gurdy playing of Christian Gourhan. His take on Spencer The Rover features a "true Yorkshire" brass band arrangement courtesy of the multitracked Bob White and Chris Stearn (and by the by, we learn from the ultra-informative booklet notes that John Martyn first learnt that song from Robin). There's the fun music-hall number When It's Night-Time In Italy, It's Wednesday Over Here, on which Robin accompanies himself on banjo. And delicious performances of The Barley And The Rye (with Lea Nicholson on concertina), The Rigs O' Rye, the Johnny Handle-sourced Faithful Johnny, the evocative Anne Briggs-penned title song. Not to mention a couple of intriguing near-contemporary songs from the pens of Steve Sproxton and Paul Parrish. The only less convincing rendition to my mind is a superficial and brisk runthrough of the Cornish Cadgwith Anthem. But Tidewave proves a splendid album worth exhuming, and sounds just fine nearly thirty years on. Disc 2 of this set presents a live solo folk club set from Robin recorded in November 1972 at Medway Folk Centre. It showcases Robin's inspired choice of repertoire and his keen fun-filled presence in front of an audience, as well as demonstrating his intelligent way of reinterpreting traditional material, his skilful singing and guitar playing. Robin's chatty introductions have been left in, and apart from some extraneous tuning the set is given complete, occasional sound dropouts and all - but it's a reliable and high-quality performance that shows Robin's skill in working a healthy range of material, from songs that would later surface on Tidewave to a mock-medieval instrumental (Tapestry), trad acappella (Cold Blow & A Rainy Night), choice contemporary s/s (Allan Taylor's excellent Still He Sings and Stan Ellison's Lazy Afternoon), and a useful variant of Scarborough Fair (to a rarely-heard tune). This compilation is invaluable, filling in some much-missed pieces of the Dransfield jigsaw, and presentation is right up there with the best standards of the house, with a revealing memoir from Robin himself and plenty of archive photos within the 20-page booklet.
David Kidman November 2008
Not long since, this was the cry: "I say I say I say – when will Kris get round to recording a followup to his award-winning Black Water album?". To which came the reply: "When time all-Lau-s!" (yo ho ho)… And I'm pleased to report that's now happened, for Mark The Hard Earth has just been launched at this year's Celtic Connections festival and is all ready to hit the shops on 8th March, with full promotional copies of the CD landing with commendable efficiency on reviewers' doormats in plenty of time for a decent considered assessment (other promoters would do well to take a leaf out of Navigator's book here!).
Mark The Hard Earth, much like Black Water in fact, contains a selection of songs that Kris has known and played over recent years, supplemented by some newer songs written by various friends and collaborators – and in this case, just one item (the title song) composed by Kris himself. It's a strong set, but it took more than a couple of plays for it to reveal its strengths. The disc's prevailing musical idiom is at times more akin to country than traditional folk, notably during its first half; this is doubtless partly due to the presence of Tim O'Brien (bouzouki, mandolin, banjo, fiddle and vocals) on over half of the tracks, and partly due to the sociable, relaxed nature of the session playing generally. For also variously contributing here, and skilfully as ever, are the album's producer John McCusker (fiddle), Ian Carr (guitar), Phil Cunningham (accordion), Donald Shaw (harmonium) and Roy Dodds (drums), while Ewen Vernal and Andy Seward share bass duties and Kris's own guitar playing is a model of effective restraint, at times almost unobtrusive to a fault.
The easy amiability and often understated nature of these contributions can give a superficial, and slightly misleading, impression of the depth of the content. Having said that, the title track, which kicks off proceedings, might appear quite dour, even monotonous (where's the tune, I can hear you cry, for its descending three-note motif is constantly repeated, with little melodic interest or variation occurring until much later in the song, except within the subtly changing backing chords and harmonies); but it turns out an interesting song with an insistent premise (railing against "being told what to like by televised aspirationalists", Kris tells us). There are two attractively wistful songs by Sandy Wright (Shining Star and Wild Hurricane) which share an easy lilting slow-waltz-tempo, while the companionable This Old Song (from the pen of the Foghorn String Band's Caleb Klauder) ripples along like an old Carter Family number (except for a strange and disconcerting little irregularity in the chorus tag section).
The more consciously riff-based philosophy of Allegory (by Guadalcanal Diary mainman Murray Attaway) is initially harder to connect with, but worth persevering, whereas the genial gospel vibe of Boo Hewerdine's Sweet Honey In The Rock, though providing quite a contrast, also suits Kris's delivery well. The latter is one of three tracks where Kris is vocally augmented by (part-time touring partner) Heidi Talbot; she takes a more formal duet role on The Banks Of The Nile, and mildly embellishes the traditional O' A' The Airts. Phil Colclough's Call And The Answer is given a chirpy uptempo bluegrass treatment: pleasing, sure, but quite different from the passionate and more measured renditions I'm used to. Kris's brother Duncan has contributed the telling anthem The Crown Of London, which sits well in conjunction with Hamish Henderson's celebrated Freedom Come A' Ye, the disc's stirring finale, on which Karine Polwart duets with Kris.
By the time I've completed four or five playthroughs, I'm fairly convinced that Mark The Hard Earth will be a contender for the 2010 awards. Only one thing's missing from the package - the lyrics - which will no doubt be available on Kris's website in due course.
David Kidman February 2010
This DVD presents a permanent record of Kris's well-received appearance at Glasgow's Fruitmarket during this year's Celtic Connections festival. It may be a moot point this, but there's a danger at first that one might from a glance at the box be tempted to class this release a non-essential purchase, since it intentionally replicates the menu of Kris's hit CD Black Water - well, almost (see below) - but in truth, once you've actually viewed the disc, this is unlikely to be an issue in the slightest, for it forms a complementary as well as supplementary issue, and thus a true companion to the audio CD.
The actual performance is faithfully captured, 55 minutes of music with minimal editing (only some between-numbers tuning and personnel-shuffling has been excised, so far as I can tell) and a good live sound balance. Kris is on splendid form of course, both vocally and instrumentally, and he proves an unassuming yet persuasive host for the gig. His own singing and playing are both ably counterpointed and thrown into bold relief by the contributions of his backing musicians (Ian Carr, Andy Cutting, John McCusker, Donald Shaw, Donald Hay and Ewan Vernal), and the whole ensemble really gels as a working band when the full resources are utilised. They really rock on Patrick Spence, and Poor Man's Son has a good-time vibe that recalls the Malkies as much as the Waterboys. But even though there's no individual contribution that's lacking in any way, Ian's nifty guitar work is a particular feature, ever attentive and playfully weaving into and around Kris's own picking; the Rodney's Glory set (with John McCusker) is spellbinding in its shift from beautifully contoured slow air to Jim Donoghue's Reel, but Honk Toot is even more scintillating, a breathtaking feast of nimble showmanship.
As for the songs, there are isolated instances where I marginally prefer the Black Water album versions (Harvest Gypsies, for instance, sounds a mite rushed here), but Kris has really honed his interpretations of these songs over the couple of years since making the original record and the live band chemistry provides the ideal setting for their present-day portrayal. There's also some beguiling backing vocals from Heidi Talbot (Braw Sailin' On The Sea), Karen Matheson (three songs including Navigator, which also brings on Roddy Woomble). As for the almost-replication question, it's worth noting that the original CD's running-order is faithfully followed, with the sole exception that Farewell To Fuineray is inserted in place of Fause Fause (one of Black Water's standout tracks, I thought at the time). After Navigator, we also get a bonus track in the form of an encore, a quite frenzied solo rendition of Shady Grove by Kris - this track is also given in a multi-angle version on the parade of extras that's appended to the main menu. These include a zany interview with Lau, some behind-the-scenes footage and the inevitable photo gallery, but arguably the most interesting extra item is a brief interview with Sandy Wright, writer of Black Water's lead song Steel And Stone, together with a performance by Sandy of that very song. The one detail omitted from this fine package is the writer credits for the material performed (for not every purchaser will have access to the original album).
David Kidman October 2008
Anyone familiar with Idlewild front-man Roddy's attractive 2006 solo record My Secret Is My Silence will find much to enjoy here in this collaboration with Orcadian singer-guitarist Kris and Scottish fiddler (and much else besides) John, both major talents in their own right. Unusually, too, each of Before The Ruin's ten tracks is a true songwriting collaboration between the three men - something I'd not necessarily have countenanced perhaps, but it's a convincing and seamless set with several standout compositions, all bound together by Roddy's soulful, yearning voice and some enigmatic, gently questioning lyrics. Roddy's voice works very well with Kris's, and fans of Kris will think it a pity that he only gets to sing lead on one song (the abundantly beautiful The Poorest Company, which sounds near-traditional - and that's a big compliment!). On much of the record, folky acoustic inflections and influences are much to the fore, in tandem with what I'd term highest-quality contemporary writing, sometimes rather in the vein of Karine Polwart I thought - check out Into The Blue and Hope To See in particular. Silver And Gold is another standout that, along with Stuck In Time, exemplifies the musicians' winning way with finding just the right degree of setting for the delicate imagery of the lyrics. Then there's the album's title track, which really quite rocks in its own way, with pipes and accordion prominent in the backing. In fact, the musicianship of the support crew alone is outstanding on this release - mere mention of the names of those involved is enough to make the mouth water: Messrs McGoldrick, Carr, Cutting, Seward, Vernal, Shaw, Cunningham, Angel, Selway and (Francis) Macdonald, as well as vocal appearances by Heidi Talbot and Teenage Fanclub's Norman Blake... bliss! Looking forward to catching the core trio on tour this autumn - but what a busy schedule these men must have!
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www.roddywoomble.com
David Kidman September 2008
A new addition to the singer-songwriter ranks, Drever is a Scottish multi-instrumentalist with a voice reminiscent of the late great Stan Rogers. The son of Wolfstone member Ivan, he started singing and playing in the Orkneys when he was just 13, moving to become a fixture on the Edinburgh folk scene when he was 17 as well as touring with the likes of John McCusker, Karine Polwart and Kate Rusby, for whose band he supplies guitar.
Now he makes his solo debut with a stunning acoustic collection of songs that features guest appearances from Rusby, Idlewild's Roddy Woomble and Eddi Reader. Rich, and heartfelt, it ranges from traditional numbers like Patrick Spence, Green Grow The Laurel and Braw Sailin' On The Sea to contemporary social themed contributions such as Boo Hewardine's Harvest Gypsies, Phil Gaston's haunting Navigator and Edinburgh writer Sandy Wright's title track lament Steel & Stone (Black Water). He's just picked up the Horizon Award for best newcomer at the Radio 2 Folk Awards, and is setting out as support to and backing musican for Reader. The betting on folk debut album of the year starts here.
www.krisdrever.com
www.myspace.com/krisdrevermusic
Mike Davies February 2007
David Kidman January 2007
OK, so this is a brave album for a bluegrass fiddler to make in these pure-roots-conscious times. Infused with elements like programming and beats on some tracks, it won't be to everyone's taste. Casey's still young (27), but has always been considered a prodigious talent; though trained on both violin and fiddle from an early age, he was headhunted by Steve Earle for his Bluegrass Dukes Band while still to graduate! Subsequent touring with Darrell Scott, Chris Jones and Abigail Washburn led swiftly to a by-all-accounts-amazing trio tour with Bela Fleck and Bryan Sutton last year.
His reputation for mixing tradition with innovation had clearly spread, and Casey's latest project 3D continues in that spirit; on it, Casey fearlessly reinvents old-time and bluegrass tunes, often quite aggressively and with a distinct jazz ethic - so much of the album may well not appeal to the purist bluegrasser. But for those of an open mind it's a most stimulating exercise, and while some tracks come off better than others Casey always insists on bringing something new to the mix and it's a welcome sign that Casey's boldly unafraid to try out different kinds of treatment. The Sugarfoot Rag/Freedom Jazz Dance medley thrives on a gently funky hoedown groove, while on Jerusalem Ridge that old Bill Monroe tune provides a platform for some serious exploration that gets to visit some weird and wonderful locations, and Dock Boggs' Country Blues gets dusted down with lowdown grit and growly gravel for a Garcia-like workout. The Confusion Before Dreams evokes rather powerfully that strange pre-sleep stage, 2 am fast-forwards to the state of jet-lag with some superb dobro counterpoint, and Lady Bowmore inventively crosses high'n'lonesome with a Scottish-sounding air; in contrast, the vivacious wild-man fiddle-drums duet (track 7, a kind of Irish'n'American medley with classical overtones) is a real hoot. And although Casey's star is well in evidence throughout the album with some stellar (and stratospheric) playing, he gets to share the soundstage around a bit with Darrell Scott, Jerry Douglas, Bela Fleck, Viktor Krauss, Tim O'Brien and Cleveland's world-aware percussionist Jamey Haddad - fellow musicians who clearly and audibly believe in what Casey's doing, I'd say; as do I.
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David Kidman, July 2006
There's been disruption and refreshment since the last Drive-By Truckers album. Jason Isbell has departed, John Neff has become an official part of the set-up on pedal steel and guitars and, for this album at least, Spooner Oldham has brought his keyboard playing into the mix. With nineteen tracks - an hour and a quarter of music - this is a big album; quaintly, the tracks are listed as sides 1 - 4 on the back of the cd cover, just like in the old days.
Well, it's pretty mighty stuff; Patterson Hood contributes most of the songs but there's seven from Mike Cooley and three from Shonna Tucker - her first songwriting contributions to the band's recorded output. Each sings lead vocals on their own compositions, each as strong and characterful as the others and this in itself gives The Drive-By Truckers a breadth and depth that leaves many other bands looking one-dimensional. Add in the interplay of guitars, keyboards and rhythm section that the Truckers revel in and you have a band with pretty phenomenal strengths.
The album opens quietly with 'Two Daughters and a Beautiful Wife', a Patterson Hood song that contemplates the effects of an unexpected death. Spooner Oldham's sparse piano contributes a lot to this quietly dramatic song. After a couple of pretty heavy rocking songs with the band conjuring up a fair old maelstrom, Shonna Tucker's song, 'I'm Sorry Huston', comes as the most brilliant contrast: a slow, soulful country rock number with gallons of pedal steel and constrained electric guitar building a stack of atmosphere.
And the contrasts keep coming: 'Perfect Timing' is a largely acoustic country shuffle with an impeccably picked lead acoustic guitar from John Neff; 'That Man I Shot', one of two songs that identify with the confused foot-soldiers caught up in a stupid war, is a harsh yelp of pain, an evocation of the numbed shock that follows a traumatic event. This song is actually quite similar in tone to 'The Righteous Path', the chorus-free rocker at Track 3 that is pretty much four minutes of Patterson Hood yelling the same few notes over and over. This grates a bit because I don't think his voice has the power to carry it off, but I have to say it's the only thing in the whole album that I didn't quite go for. His singing on the poignant 'The Opening Act' is lovely, and with no other two songs sounding quite the same, my favourite song on the album keeps changing.
There are ways in which this is John Neff's record: his pedal steel playing is pretty extraordinary. Sometimes, in the background, it's like the cicadas on the soundtrack of a western, producing atmosphere without you really being aware of its presence. At other times, his guitar swirls and swoops above the band, lyrical and magnificent.
When the Truckers extend the instrumental tails to their songs and allow the interplay of the different parts of the band to develop, it's a wondrous thing to pick out the elements contributing to the beautiful noise and feel the weight of Brad Morgan's drumming holding it all together. And then, as in 'You and Your Crystal Meth', they'll go for a sparse sound with a little repeated piano phrase and it's just as powerful in its own way.
'Brighter Than Creation's Dark' is a complex and magnificent beast, one to 'play loud and play often' as Patterson Hood suggests.
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John Davy March 2008
[Ed note: The Truckers play five UK dates early August 2008]
Drive By Truckers - Southern Rock Opera (Lost Highway)
Drive By Truckers first came to my attention with their Pizza Deliverance CD. Southern Rock Opera may not be as dramatically titled but it's certainly dramatically themed. Loosely based around the story of Lynyrd Skynyrd, the music draws its inspiration from those days of hard rockin', beer swilling, fun loving, good ole boys from Alabama. Patterson Hood, son of respected Muscle Shoals musician David, is the guy behind the project. As the sleeve notes tell us, his musical heritage was wrapped up with the early days of Lynyrd Skynyrd and the band became a natural touchstone in his life.
This double album throws up plenty of contradictions with reverential sitting side by side with tongue in cheek. Ronnie and Neil pokes fun at their 'feud in song' following on from Neil Young's dig at the locals on Alabama from his Harvest album. Whilst the Dead, Drunk And Naked track is the first of a number of tributes to Ronnie's Lynyrd Skynyrd. The rap of The Three Great Alabama Icons harmlessly takes to task George Wallace as well as the good guys American football hero Bear Bryant and, of course Ronnie Van Zant. Mind you on Wallace, George ends up in hell in true 'opera' style. By the time of the second CD, we get more into the tale of Betamax Guillotine – our spoof southern band. Let There Be Rock, Road Cases, Shut Up And Get On The Plane, etc. You get the idea and we all know what happened to the plane.
It is already selling like hot cakes in the US. However, I suspect that the appeal won't spread too far outside of America's southern states. Certainly, spreading this concept across two CDs will be a test to anyone whose attention is prone to wander. On the other hand, the rock opera isn't dead and if you hanker after those Alabama type guitar riffs along with some that sound like Neil Young at his finest, then, walk this way to sweet home Alabama.
Steve Henderson
A singer before she became an actress, Driver finally got round to releasing her debut album a couple of years ago. Now she's found time between career reviving TV series The Riches and getting pregnant to record a follow up. Recorded in New York with Ryan Adams and the Cardinals and in LA with her own backing band, it both complements and expands on its predecessor with a mix of waltzing dreamy pop ballads (Stars & Satellites), high lonesome country (Beloved), blues (Cold Dark River), torchy pi