The Levellers (Collective) line up in Birmingham. The Symphony Hall? Sitting Down? No dogs? Terrific!
"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.
A bunch of folkies from Brighton prove they’re not beyond such a comparison, with a further visceral acoustic take of the back catalogue.
Dan Walsh does O’Neill’s Tunes -Heaven for both the seasoned banjophile and the banjocurious, which may even convert the odd banjophobe.
And it isn’t a question, either. Sterling second from the virtuoso stalwarts Assynt; individually and collectively award winners in their fields.
A terrific pell-mell helter-skelter whirl through the possibilities of harmonica, box and guitar, from Will Pound and Jenn Butterworth. Also features voice.
Sharon Shannon Trio – Live at Norton’s Digbeth. Much glee – given and shared with a heaving audience.
Psychedelic wyrdness of a distant age through a prism. Darkly.
Snotty, surfy psych-punk/power-popsters the Barracudas, catching every wave from their first few summers.
Cheerful pessimism and wry acceptance duel here, in a triumph of, mostly, melancholia, to uplift and aerate the soul. Altogether quietly superb.
John Cale delivers a fulminant retrospective, blending the current with the past, a mix of deep cuts and a lot of new.
Heavy and heady fifth helping from the Co. Cavan maverick, Lisa O’Neill, beguiling and bountiful both.
Promising delayed debut from East Anglian singer, a chameleonic marriage of styles and influences, held together by her pure vocal integrity.
Elegant jazz-trad hues permeate this classy release from the Assynt fiddle man, taking his reputation a further notch upward.
Reconstructed fables of remembrance; slow and charming, ethereal and angelic from Meg Baird on her Furling album.
A wonderful kind of strange to catch dreams to. Quirks, strangeness and charm from Thomas Truax.