Eliza Carthy – No Wasted Joy: Album Review
Is it too soon to call her our grande dame? Searing solo vocal gauntlet duly laid down, have we a better interpreter today?
"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.
Is it too soon to call her our grande dame? Searing solo vocal gauntlet duly laid down, have we a better interpreter today?
Two to crack open, now the holiday has subsided, from Paul McKenna and Robert John McInnes.
Martin Simpson unplugged, and, uncompromising as ever, shows no signs of slowing down.
We catch Kirsten Adamson at everyone’s current favourite venue, Birmingham’s Kitchen Garden Cafe.
Reprised pairing of the piper and the mandolinist, on a melodic crusade, inviting their neo-trad to carry the ecological message.
Orcadian fiddle joy to beckon in, if not yet a found summer, certainly a spring of some intent.
UFQ go the full MPG for this exhilarating return to active service, firing on all cylinders and more.
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.