New Forest Folk Festival 2024 : Live Review
New Forest Folk – The “Small Festival with a Big Line-Up”; exactly what it says on the tin, and a whole lot more.
"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.
New Forest Folk – The “Small Festival with a Big Line-Up”; exactly what it says on the tin, and a whole lot more.
Glasgow’s Gaelic prodigies take a further giant step forward, taking trad into territories new, snapping at the heels of the established hierachies.
Charming latterday fare from the journeyman player, not afraid to wear his influences on a well-frayed sleeve.
Strange? Certainly welcome, a further dose of East Susses Appalachiana from Bedford & Simmonds to charm the soul.
A look ahead to the 2024 new Forest Folk Festival.
Friday nights should always be like this; hell, even on a Monday. Twangtastic!
With no connection bar their lateness, trad.arr. through a Saskatoon shutter, folktronica of an an anglo-french origin and blues from (ish) Norway.
Preternaturally good tranche of the Linda Thompson songbook. Even, largely, nominally without her. But she’s definitely there!
The Irish renaissance rallies ever onward, with doomcore acapella quartet Landless adding sparse and spare instrumentation to their timeless darkness.
Acoustic Heart by Raintown – Caledonian country with a celtic twist in the tail.
Blimey! The Decemberists return for album number 9. As It Ever Was, So It Will Be Again is a truly amazing addition to their canon.
Treasure chest of vintage slow fused crackers from Jim Keller, topped by a dark deep swamp of a voice, tailed by the passion of experience.
Punk’s never dead with a Cherry Red! The Vibrators singles collected…
Moreland offers more than ever, an unexpected statement of such quiet power as to assure his due place at the top table.
Shock horror in that the Lindisfarne “missing years” contain some gold in them thar hills!