Martin Simpson – Some Kind Of Jubilee: Album Review
50 not out, Simpson is staying at the crease and this lavish 2 set disc spells out exactly why.
"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.
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.
A lavish 3rd helping of songs in the key of bird, brimming with brightness and beauty, as the dream team reprise the impossible.
Let joyful misery be outpouring, as Falkirk curmudgeons Arab Strap return, and, this time, there’s even hopefulness sneaking into their cynical icy hearts.
Dwell awhile as a new door opens, revealing a new voice to gild the days and nights of your listening.
Ayers in the studio and on the stage, baffling, bemusing and beguiling; better than history begs you to consider.
Are you sitting comfortably? Wild Gods wreak havoc and make hay with the tradition. More glorious than abysmal.
I’d pay to attend this folk club, as a varied and entertaining crew queue up to celebrate an entirely different sort of Hammer-time.