Track Dogs – Still At The Music: Album Review
Track Dogs celebrate 20 years on the track, as they cast their catchy field wider than ever. The best mariachi ragtime band in the world?
"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.
Track Dogs celebrate 20 years on the track, as they cast their catchy field wider than ever. The best mariachi ragtime band in the world?
The Fannies get ever more timeless, free of any genre beyond their own, adding vintage psychedelia to their jangly languor.
A record you might dig deeply, especially as it starts to grow. Powerful presentation from Belfast based singer and fiddler Clare Sands.
13 bangers and smashes, mainly from the past, couped and curated into perfection by a fiddling A team of Sweeney and Smith.
Cortese wows effortlessly in a completely individual way, providing an unexpected triumph. Ambient Americana, anyone?
With Reckoning, Gauthier fearlessly finds her day, a no holds barred salvo of shrapnel from the front line of humanity.
50 not out, Simpson is staying at the crease and this lavish 2 set disc spells out exactly why.
Too soon to say Wynonna goes Dolly, but it’s her most credible work yet.
Both film music and folk turn a corner into Jim Ghedi’s deep, dark Judderman dynamic, each all the better for that exposure.
Blunt and powerful, Chasing Abbey snatch the tail of the Celtic Tiger, wrestling it into submission.
Astonishing all-female retro-futurist debut from Birdvox – four multi-media polymaths from across the whole spectrum of Scottish music. Just listen to them sing!
Shooglenifty are back, back, back, and, all infused with fresh blood and inspirations, it’s as if they’ve never been away.
With no nasty knots to untie, Fine Lines join all the dots, for a perfect spread of country and north-western.
More jangulating gold from the bottom of The Tubs’ tub. Self-hatred has never sounded so good!
A place or their masterplan, I don’t know, but there is no mistaking their intentions. Ibibio Sound Machine want you to dance ’til you drop.