Henry Parker – Live After Lammas: Album Review
Electric folk music continues to demonstrate quite how much life is left in the genre, Henry Parker at the forefront of a new renaissance.
"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.
Electric folk music continues to demonstrate quite how much life is left in the genre, Henry Parker at the forefront of a new renaissance.
“This could be the last time” and the shattered remains of a Hohner bass suggest it probably was. The Damned are live in Birmingham.
Old dogs, new tricks? Don’t believe a word, of course you can!
West coast textures continue further to permeate this Lancastrian’s studio wizardry, without quite clipping his Byrds-y wings.
Swirling and sophisticated homage to the 60s/70s, brushed up by the US ex-pat duo and given an anglo filter that makes the retro just right.
Glorious reframing of her own idiosyncratic selection of choice cuts from the songbook of Eliza Carthy.
Canvey Island pop-pub-punks Eddie & The Hot Rods in their prime.
Sublime marriage of the the organic with some softer edges of modernity allowing for sustained – and sustaining, growth from Breabach.
Undiscovered gems from enduring national treasure emerge, blinking and vibrant.
A trawl through the years and archives, hoovering up, enjoyably, all things Earhart and beyond. How was it not seen how good this band was back then?
Astonishing game, set and match from Hartley, overlooked and underloved bandleader with a prescient knack for where blues, soul and jazz meet, his band(s) masters of all.
Astonishing later life flourish of new wave rhythms from this polished songwriter, blowing away, and some, any earlier stereotyping.
Rewarding reinvention of Dublin legend evokes memories of classic Irish acts, all framed within an acidic self judgement.
A retro folk bomb of some delight, consistently sublime vocals with sterling backing from an A team of Scots trad specialists.
Feisty neo-trad warriors, Elephant Sessions, stamp an indelible mark on their state of the art highlands fusion.