Tuesday, 26 December 2017
Saturday, 23 December 2017
Best of 2017
Top Ten Albums
One: Lucy Rose – Somethings
Changing. This was a close call. I had said, when reviewing, that this
would likely be my number one of the year, but when I recalled David Rawling’s
2017 release, I had momentary second thoughts. Rawlings is always going to be a
winner, and when I use my main criteria for judging an album as one I listened
to the most, returning again and again, and the impact of the music, for
example its newness to me and/or surprise, I confirmed it was this album from
Rose. Seeing her live recently has helped in also confirming her fine musicianship
as well as songwriting distinctiveness.
Two: Dave Rawlings – Poor
David’s Almanac. Well, this can hardly be a revelation. I like in
particular its ‘comic’ to West Coast range.
Three: Nguyên Lê & Ngo Hong Quang feat. Paolo Fresu - Hà Noi Duo. The playing on this is
exquisite and stunning, but it was the vocal that so often reached such peaks
of beauty and blew me away.
Four: Rodney Crowell - Close
Ties. A career peak, though being honest I haven’t followed it all that
attentively, but it seemed to me a wonderfully mature set of songs in the
reflectiveness of the lyrics and in its consistently catchy songcraft. I
listened to it often.
Five: Stephen Stills & Judy Collins - Everybody Knows. This and the next are
driven by my nostalgic musical impulses and the West Coast anchor of that. A
beautiful pairing here, Collins always sublime in her singing, and Stills’
gruff foil being the paradoxical perfect match a foil is designed to be.
Six: David Crosby - Sky
Trails. Much of this is jazz-inflected, and wonderfully/typically so, but
there are also a few classic Crosby sounds bringing his past excellence as
singer/songwriter to its present continuation.
Seven: Declan O'Rourke - Chronicles of the Great Irish Famine. Beautifully written and
performed songs recounting one of the most appalling historical realities of
political and social injustice. Stunning and moving.
Eight: Taylor Haskins – Gnosis.
That blissful marriage of new and traditional jazz elements.
Nine: Joseph
Shabason – Aytche. That blissful
marriage of new and traditional jazz elements [yes, I know what I am doing].
Ten: Willie Watson - Folksinger
Vol. 2. This surprised me: I like bluegrass/country, this more ‘traditional’
sound, but Watson’s vocal is captivating in both its ‘old-time’ sound yet also equal
beauty.
Topic Records - The Real Sound of Folk Music, album review
That's All Folk
Topic Records – The Real Sound of Folk Music is such a fine collection of songs, many/most classics of this genre by classic artists. Listening tonight on the back of my recent same to current interpreters like Ange Hardy and Chris Woods, it has confirmed my deep love of the more plaintive and lamenting side of the music, whether about human emotion in its own essence or also how it is caused by the external conditions in which it has been, usually, adversely affected. One such on this album is the [have to use again, ‘classic’] song written and performed by Ewan MacColl, Dirty Old Town, and as with the Declan O’Rourke I reviewed here, this relates to a specific time and place yet continues to reverberate aptly and painfully today,
Topic Records – The Real Sound of Folk Music is such a fine collection of songs, many/most classics of this genre by classic artists. Listening tonight on the back of my recent same to current interpreters like Ange Hardy and Chris Woods, it has confirmed my deep love of the more plaintive and lamenting side of the music, whether about human emotion in its own essence or also how it is caused by the external conditions in which it has been, usually, adversely affected. One such on this album is the [have to use again, ‘classic’] song written and performed by Ewan MacColl, Dirty Old Town, and as with the Declan O’Rourke I reviewed here, this relates to a specific time and place yet continues to reverberate aptly and painfully today,
I found my love where the gaslight falls
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard her sigh from the decks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I'm going to take a good sharp ax
Shining steel tempered in the fire
We'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Shining steel tempered in the fire
We'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I’m less inclined to the jig and jaunt of much folk, unless
in a receptive, inebriated mood, though in these general cases I am impressed
by the musicianship – but here I’ll highlight the prettier if maudlin and/or
saddening selection.
Opener Dick Gaughan’s Both
Sides the Tweed is made even more potent in its righteous protest by the
memorable warble of his vocal delivery, while second, Harry Upton’s 2012 take
on Canadee-I-O, is another kind of
beautiful. There’s the premier guitar tutorial of Davy Graham’s Angi, and then Martin Simpson displays
the results of such tutelage on his Never
Any Good. New to me, Andrew Cronshaw’s Wasps
in the Woodpile is a jaunt of an instrumental that I do like, even without
drink: whistle and slide guitar merging brilliantly; and the rest of the brass
and sax.
There’s a live Pentangle on The Time Has Come, and Anne Briggs’ 1971 Blackwater Side matches this folk royalty collected on the album. I
hadn’t heard Martin Carthy feat. Dave Swarbrick’s Scarborough Fair before, but pleased I have now and to say it holds
its own against the obvious other one. Eliza Carthy’s fiddle-drawn Worcester City bathes us in the dark
water of its poisoned despair, hauntingly and gorgeously.
I wasn’t a Joy Division fan [just not my focus at their
time] but June Tabor’s 2011 version of Love
Will Tear Us Apart makes clear what a powerful song this is. Mike Waterson
sings unaccompanied and therefore classically for eleven minutes of an
exquisite Tamlyn.
These are my instant favourites, some known and some new to
me. There are 24 tracks in all, and not a dud in that. And that’s that, folk.
Friday, 22 December 2017
Red Stone Souls - Mother Sky, album review
And that both are two and each of them one?
Gertrude Stein said rose
is a rose is a rose is a rose and I say riff
is a riff is a riff is a riff and so it is what it is, nothing new but effective
ad infinitum in the Black Sabbath law of identity, as with Detroit riff
reprobates Red Stone Souls where you know a fuzzed seed was planted back in the
day to perpetuate worldwide in the musical sprouting of such retro heavy
metalists.
And that means what it means.
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