The Unthanks – In Winter: Album Review
The Unthanks unleash a concept album to challenge the concepts of even the hardiest grinch, all performed with their ineffable idiosyncracy.
"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.
The Unthanks unleash a concept album to challenge the concepts of even the hardiest grinch, all performed with their ineffable idiosyncracy.
Jan and Jon embrace the seasonal baton with relish and it is anything but a turkey, vegetarian or otherwise. Hallelujah!
If not all around, fear certainly lurks under the surface, as Glasgow’s Sea Kings pick up from where they left off, a decade ago.
All the Father John Misty’s you need; all here together, mostly new and mainly keepers. He is legion.
Rising star, Malcolm, tells her story with verve and panache, a pot pourri of styles all well contained in her grasp, both way from and back to her true calling.
Burn The Ration Books Of Love is the debut solo album from former I Am Kloot man, Peter Alexander Jobson.
Woomble reconvenes the old team, back on Mull, with his most open and organic work for ages.
Hazy dreamscapes from Deia, Mallorca beckon the return and revitalisation of Fionn Regan.
The neo-trads, Niteworks, bid a stonking farewell to London and, indeed, England.
In his 80th year, Moore shows no sign of slowing down or mellowing out, in a powerful mix of emotions and a record of two sides.
We spend bonfire/US presidential election night at the Hare & Hounds in Brum with the Felice Brothers.
Unclassifiable, unflinching and altogether astonishing. File under odd, good odd. The latest from Kate Young.
If the future is the past and the past the future, it’s going to be quite a ride. Need a guide? Hop on with the Shovel Dance Collective.
Anna and Rowan Rheingans take neither prisoners nor comfort in this darkly beautiful confection.
MÃ nran man and Afro-Celter, Henderson does his own thing, in idiosyncratically orthodox style. Surprise yourself!