Spell Songs – In Thin Air: Album Review
A lavish 3rd helping of songs in the key of bird, brimming with brightness and beauty, as the dream team, Polwart, Fowlis, Drever etc, reprise the impossible.
"Well, what sort of music do you like, Seuras?" Ever since that question was first aired by his mother a decade or six back he has struggled with the answer. And struggles still now. Call him a folkie, a country dude, a bluesman and he'll be happy, but don't forget the whiff of jazz, electronica and more. Not so keen on the charts, mind.
A lavish 3rd helping of songs in the key of bird, brimming with brightness and beauty, as the dream team, Polwart, Fowlis, Drever etc, reprise the impossible.
Let joyful misery be outpouring, as Falkirk curmudgeons Arab Strap return, and, this time, there’s even hopefulness sneaking into their cynical icy hearts.
Dwell awhile as a new door opens, revealing a new voice to gild the days and nights of your listening.
Ayers in the studio and on the stage, baffling, bemusing and beguiling; better than history begs you to consider.
Are you sitting comfortably? Wild Gods wreak havoc and make hay with the tradition. More glorious than abysmal.
I’d pay to attend this folk club, as a varied and entertaining crew queue up to celebrate an entirely different sort of Hammer-time.
A bumper banging bonanza from Banter shows that, regardless, they can’t be downhearted, needing you neither to be likewise.
Go (Folk) East, young man, they said; it’ll be quicker than going west. A superlative Suffolk shindig well worth the celebrating.
No damage done, but Moss still tempers her silk with steel, crushing any resistance with a field full of feathers.
The collective Wobble/Wardle family turn on, tune in and drop an album of psurprising psuccour.
Songs anyone would, or should, want on their stereo, with old blocks and chips full to the fore.
Light blue touch paper and ignite the imagination! Sood and Morrison take neo-trad somewhere fully primal and provoke the senses accordingly.
Our man in a sleeping bag shortly heads east, to Sotterley Hall, in deepest East Anglia. Here’s why – Folk East.
The War Is Over maybe but not for Phil Odgers & John Kettle who gather to celebrate the life and times of one Philip David Ochs.
Kris Drever, we love what you’re doing! A stellar opus, which, if drawn from a back drawer of despair, could well be the Orcadian’s best yet!