Jack Francis – Early Retirement: Album Review
Songs in the oddly bouncy key of maudlin from Jack Francis make for a self-deprecating delight.
"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.
Songs in the oddly bouncy key of maudlin from Jack Francis make for a self-deprecating delight.
Strict tempo subterfuge bolsters the old tradition with novel tweaks from Session A9.
Embrace this profound release with the openness Sam Lee offers it with, taking the time it demands for a full immersion.
And then there were two; the countdown continues as Show Of Hands approach the end of the road.
Sparkly effervescent instrumental expertise. With added vocals. (And mouth trumpet).
Cowpunkabilly songs of conscience from the Burner Band frontman, Lewis Pugh.
“The Daddy” plays Brum… We encounter Martin Carthy at the Kitchen Garden Cafe in Birmingham.
Colosseum, part 1, unearthed in toto, sweet as in Suite and the rest.
Lou Lyne offers a dreamy and wistful melancholia from a chamber axis, accessible to all.
The Hanging Stars embrace the cosmos, leaving the country for much wider climes.
Genre blurring album number six from the Michigan mavericks, Frontier Ruckus, applying a pop sheen to country-gothic.
Anglo-Scots duo take their Quebecois dance party inter-species. Humans allowed.
Cast any preconceptions aside, Cast are back in the building with the Love Is The Call album.
Frabjous feisty fare from Heisk as they unleash a second steaming selection of skittering and celebratory sorcery.
Neither folk nor jazz, if a bit of both from Skreel on Skreel.