It started with the cliche before branching out where the music matters. A personal vanity project sharing a passion for country, folk and Americana through live and recorded music since 2012. Give or take the odd hiatus or barren period.
Rachel Harrington’s overseas music career has had two
phases. Between 2007 and 2012, the singer-songwriter from the Pacific North
West recorded three successful solo records and a one off country project as
front person of the Knockouts. Additionally, she toured UK and Europe countless
times utilising the solo, duo and band formats. This focus away from her
American home met with critical praise including a session recorded for the Bob
Harris Country Show on BBC radio. An extended hiatus followed that was only broken
last year when making a tentative return to play a few UK summer shows. Among
the dates on the tour was a first ever visit to the Kitchen Garden in
Birmingham. Now the music rehabilitation is in full swing another overseas trip
followed and with no surprises, a repeat engagement at the Kings Heath venue
ensued.
The show put on by Rachel was of a similar vein to last
year. She used the first half to share some of her older material including a
few requests from fans that have actively followed her for years. Among the set
of original tunes played this evening, ‘Karen
Kane’, ‘Under the Big Top’ and ‘Carver’ were from memory additions to
what made the show last year. On the other hand, there was no mistaking the
repeat playing of firm old favourites ‘Sunshine
Girl’, ‘Spokane’ and ‘He Started Building My Mansion in Heaven
Today’. Supplementing each song was the ubiquitous backstory, an art that
Rachel has perfected over the years. Some
of the stories were new while others retained an air of familiarity, the
natural consequence of following an artist for over a decade.
Similar to last year Rachel switched focus after the break
to share some of her favourite cover songs, a love that has helped rekindle her
desire to play music again. Most of these were familiar tunes with ‘Unknown Legend’, ‘Ode to Billy Jo’ and ‘Dublin Blues’ featuring last year.
Although once again from memory, ‘Blue Eyes
Crying in the Rain’ and ‘Those
Memories of You’, the latter from the original Trio album, were new
additions for this year. In true Rachel Harrington tradition, the gospel tune ‘I Don’t Want to Get Adjusted to this World’
was her parting gift to an appreciative audience.
A few of these songs are set to feature on an upcoming
covers album that Rachel has self-recorded, but alas physical copies were not
available for fans to purchase on this tour. Plans are afoot for her to return
to the UK to play some shows next summer, so this omission should rectify then.
Although there is strong evidence online of new music coming
soon, it was strange that not a mention was voiced during the show. Maybe a
little insight or sneak preview would have whetted the appetite for the very
aspect that won Rachel Harrington many fans overseas in the first place. Inevitably,
this output will be the ultimate judge of how successful the return is rather than
the covers. Fingers crossed that 2019 will be the year when Rachel Harrington –
the songwriter completes the rehab and new material to match her esteemed past
surfaces.
The
continual search for keepers of the country flame from the contemporary pool
can pause for a moment to digest the brand new album from Carson McHone. CAROUSEL
may have a slightly rehashed slant to it, but if you are new to this Austin
Texas native then none of it matters. The eleven-track album gets its release
on Nine Mile Records, a label responsible for artists such as Carrie Rodriguez
in the past. One guarantee is that anybody with a faint interest in traditional
country music will at least raise an ear to the music of Carson McHone.
Expect
plenty of fiddle, steel and lyrics drowning in vocal emotion. In other words,
check off the country template credentials and sit down to enjoy how Carson has
successfully made a record to get the nod in influential circles.
In essence, the album is ten-strong in terms
of songs, the eleventh being a one-minute instrumental intro that effectively launches
the second half or reverse side if playing the vinyl version. Four of these songs
get a second life after surfacing on the 2015 self-released GOODLUCK MAN,
including the title track from that release. Whether or not you are au fait
with the previous record, chances are high that CAROUSEL will reflect
positively and slide neatly into any available listening space.
Whatever
tempo floats your boat; this album serves you well ranging from sad song waltz
syndrome attached to ‘Gentle’ to a
more foot-tapping rockabilly sound belting out of the pacey effort ‘Good Time Daddy’. Retro is especially
king in the fifties style swing number ‘Maybe
They’re Really Just Good Friends’, but to balance things and inject a
hybrid perspective ‘Drugs’ in the
second track position retains a contemporary feel. The latter uses repetition
effectively to power home the message and supplies a decent live video to highlight
the song.
Background
blurb sheds light on ‘Dram Shop Gal’
being autobiographical, and thus maybe a web search for the term as used in
Texas if unfamiliar. Note us Anglos may only know the meaning from the Scottish
phrase ‘wee dram’. For a slight switch in the sonic landscape, the final track ‘Spider Song’ detours from a country feel
to more of a folk sound courtesy of a melodeon/accordion style whirring
backdrop.
Elsewhere
on a record that eases itself comfortably into repeat play mode, ‘How ‘Bout It’ scores highly in late
night piano ballad territory. In contrast, ‘Lucky’
possesses an appealing mid-track tempo switch and if you feel the desire to anoint
a stand out song then it acts as a commendable candidate for the crown. Alternatively,
you could look no further than the opening number ‘Sad’, one possessing an initial dose of country music staple that
goes a long way to defining the album.
CAROUSEL is
a useful addition to any serious country music collectors’ catalogue and
showing once again, that Texas is often the hotbed for the decent stuff. The
name Carson McHone may not be yet well known, but time is still on the side of
this twenty something artist and further recordings as good as this one will
serve her well.
There was
enough credit in the Kacey Musgraves bank to forgive a slow start to the GOLDEN
HOUR era. While others instantly eulogised over the album, the title of the opening track
has never been more pertinent when getting to grips with a new record. It was
also apt that ‘Slow Burn’ fires the
opening salvo on dates during the Oh, What a World Tour, which is currently
rolling around venues in the UK. For the latest visit to Birmingham, the
entourage headed across town to the Academy and a renewal with fans in a venue
steeped in the city’s musical heritage, long before the corporate world stepped
in. An element of curiosity will always surround the music of Kacey Musgraves: a maverick, independent or just another act out to fluidly maximise exposure.
One constant is always the inspirational depth to her music and an ability to
match interesting facets with excellence. For two hours this evening we
witnessed an artist perfecting the art of smooth entertainment, capable of
engineering the full range of gear changes, while exuding complete control of
the proceedings
As
expected, the entire complement of new material fluttered around a packed venue
leaving just enough room for some classics to mature nicely like that
proverbial fine wine. Rumours of the modern classic ‘Merry Go Round’ jettisoned from the set list were far off the mark
and it is impossible to tire listening to its cutting lyrics and smart
observation. This evening’s rendition slightly slowed down and had a boost from the haunting tones of pedal steel. The instrument famously described by
Danny Wilson as ‘the ironing board of love’ played a significant role across
the set and securing the services of ace Nashville based player Smokin’ Brett
Resnick for the tour was an astute move.
The band, a
six-piece operation and a little more conservatively dressed than on previous
tours, played the perfect foil to the glitz and sparkle of Kacey. Easing
between the more studio-based sounds of GOLDEN HOUR and the roots focus
when the country ‘A’ game ascended, they probably had their finest moment when
let off the leash for the final throes of ‘Die
Fun’.
The country
content (yes, there was still plenty to keep Kacey in credit column) increased
when the band re-assembled in acoustic mode at the front of the stage to
deliver ‘Oh, What a World’, ‘Family is Family’ and the first half of
‘Love is a Wild Thing’. The first of
this trio proved interesting as it is one of the more controversial tracks on
the new album from a production standpoint, but tonight it had its roots
credentials reclaimed. The final song during this segment is the most acclaimed
on GOLDEN HOUR, praised by fellow songwriters as a stellar piece of song
writing. Kacey introduced it as the moment when finding love was unexpected and
used the second half of the song to usher the band back into standard
formation.
Joining a
raft of tracks already mentioned as key high spots are five more from a set
that just about surpassed the hour forty mark. ‘Follow Your Arrow’ is staple Kacey fare and forever cements in the
pre-encore singalong slot. ‘Rainbow’
is one of the most beautiful songs she has recorded and its spot opening the
encore was perfectly suited with Kacey just accompanied by a band member on
piano.
The track
rapidly ascending as a favourite on the new album is ‘Happy & Sad’ and the live version provided further
confirmation. Whatever thoughts arose concerning the direction of the new album
ultimately override by the sheer quality of the songs and it has been an
absorbing experience giving the record room to prosper. On the other hand, it
is always enjoyable to listen to what Kacey does best, with ‘High Time’ and ‘It Is What It Is’ proving timely reminders.
While not
being the most charismatic and emotive performer on stage, there is an
endearing charm to Kacey Musgraves. Vocally she is competent enough to hold sway
and probably peaked on that front with the added feeling observed to ‘Space Cowboy’. For a round of fun at the
end, she was joined by opening act Sophie from Soccer Mommy to duet on a cover
of the NSYNC song ‘Tearin’ Up My Heart’
(research needed to name this track!), and the disco tune ‘High Horse’ either sent some folks home happy or others heading for
a swift exit. Take your pick.
It was
interesting that Nashville-based indie rock band Soccer Mommy were invited to
open on this tour, almost confirming the distant stance being taken from
country music. They played a forty-minute opening stint, and paraded as your
usual four-piece combo with a lite twangy electric sound. The highlight was a
short segment when Sophie played solo for a few tunes, including a different
take on Springsteen’s ‘I’m on Fire’. At this point, there was a touch of Phoebe
Bridgers about her. By the way, check Phoebe out if you have not heard her
and like a bit of deep feeling indie Americana.
This was
the fourth time seeing Kacey Musgraves live and probably the best yet. The
performance housed an artist in control and one who works within the limit of
their strengths. These obviously lie in the stunning songs that she brings to
the table and the affable way they present, along with the top musicians she
works with. Horizons are expansive for this native of Golden Texas and who
knows where Kacey Musgraves will drift next. One suspects a tenuous tether to
country music will always exist and it will be of no surprise if her career evolves
into one of influence. This performance upon a return to the only Birmingham
that really counts was absolutely adorable and a major advert for the magnetic
attraction of top quality live music from an artist who clearly matters.
Jamie Lin Wilson was an artist recommended to me a few years
ago. The subsequent period has seen her occasionally flicker on my horizon with
only a 2015 album release to follow up the original 2010 Dirty Blonde Hair EP. However,
2018 is set to be a major landmark for this Texas singer-songwriter based south
of San Antonio. The good fortune of obtaining an advance copy of JUMPING OVER
ROCKS set the pulse racing with countless early plays that tagged this album as
one of the year’s forerunners in the authentic country stakes. As the album is now
out for all to enjoy, the time is ripe to share the love for a record
spiralling deep into the ethos of this blog’s title.
JUMPING OVER ROCKS has its name drawn from a lyric in the
mid-album story track ‘Death & Life’
and evolves into an eleven-song collection of primarily original numbers. The exception
is a nodding tribute to the late great Guy Clark via a version of ‘Instant Coffee Blues’ in tandem with
fellow Texan Jack Ingram as her duet partner. It is fitting that Clark has some
presence on the album because Wilson is one of many artists stoking the fire of
articulate song writing and fully embracing the sweet spot where country meets
folk. The last analogy had its origin in the press release, proving that
occasionally, publicist hyperbole warrants.
Jack Ingram also features on the first track in the
co-writing role. ‘Faithful and True’
is a stunning emotive ballad, which exudes an enormous amount of strength straight
from the off. Wilson’s voice really gets into the aching groove from the
subsequent track ‘The Being Gone’.
Here the Texas reference ventures north to Dallas in the lyrics and cements a ‘Lone
Star’ rhetoric that begins with the album recorded in Austin.
Despite the paucity of solo releases, Jamie Lin Wilson is an
experienced operator on the Texas music scene. There is no rookie naivety on
the album, just the work of a seasoned professional, upholding the constitution
rather than acting as a revolutionary. There is nothing wrong with that stance
especially when eleven tracks to salivate over emerge.
Making substantial cases for the stand out moments are two
tracks with serious connotations. Wilson teams up with Turnpike Troubadours
frontman Evan Felker for the rousing ‘Oklahoma
Stars’ to bring a slice of quality country music c/o west of the
Mississippi. At the album’s conclusion, the style drifts heavily into Brandy
Clark territory with the character led ‘Alice’
reminiscent of the great storytelling songs that launched her associate into
the upper realms of country music. Whether a similar path follows for Jamie Lin
Wilson is probably unlikely, but she knows her niche and plenty of adorable
praise will still pour in from astute critics.
There is a tidy mix of stompers and smoochers across the
album. ‘Run’ is pure country gold and
rattles along with a tempo to keep the boots shuffling. At the other end of the
scale, ‘Everybody’s Moving Slow' is
your archetypal tender slow dancer and hits the heartfelt spot amicably. The
ubiquitous steel maintains a steady upbeat feel to ‘Eyes for You’, while ‘If I
Told You’ stoically flies the flag for the more emotive temperate numbers. The
stark message that eases out of ‘In a
Wink’ is that some much of this album has a stand-alone appeal making it
very easy to syphon any one of the tracks for radio play.
The authenticity and real deal nature of JUMPING OVER ROCKS
makes it an album to celebrate as much as one to deliver endless listens. Good
music travels over the wires easily today, so if Jamie Lin Wilson had a desire
to make a European trip, then plenty of fans would embrace her. Enjoying this
cracking record makes having faith in that early recommendation handsomely pay
off, with or without the live dates.
Some albums wither and die probably only destined to
have a short shelf life. Alternatively, others possess longevity to benefit
from subsequent renewals. Kirsty Merryn’s SHE & I absolutely falls into the
latter category. Its conceptual uniqueness added a breath of fresh air to the
folk world, everlastingly sustained by a pristine execution. Twelve months on
from savouring the delights of the record upon release, there was a timely opportunity
to return to the album as Kirsty delivered its entirety on a current run of
live dates across the country.
Although she is no stranger to playing shows in the Midlands
area, this was Kirsty’s first visit to the Kitchen Garden, an ideal venue to
capture the intricacy of the record. This solo presentation was a one off on
the tour as partner Todd McDonald was unavailable for the evening. Having only previously
seeing Kirsty on her own, it was a case of business as usual. The decision to
split the evening between the whole album in set one and a mixed selection
after the break worked well to set the framework for a splendid bout of
entertainment.
Before Kirsty even steps into the spotlight, a classical
training background has supplied the credentials to score highly in the technical stakes.
While some singers thrive on an element of imperfection, Kirsty comfortably
airs a state of elegant vocal supremacy. Likewise her piano playing offers a
cultured backdrop. Maybe a little adrift from folk convention, but perfectly aligned
with her attributes.
The songs from SHE & I took the whole notion of gender
focussed song writing to a new level. The depth of the project is immense, and
fully warrants any extended praise afforded to it. For the uninitiated, the
album predominately draws on the inspiration from historical female heroes in a
variety of fields with Kirsty cementing their various places in the history
books in her own inimitable words.
Away from the album, and effectively the second half of this
show, Kirsty extended her repertoire with a selection of traditional songs and
additional ones of original origin. Versions of ‘The Outlandish Knight’ and ‘The
Banks of Sweet Primroses’ may go a long way to satisfying folk purists, but
the self-penned ‘Deep Wild Torrent’
was the pick of the post-break bunch. Older songs such as ‘Constantine’ and ‘Winter in
Ontario’ did have a previous existence on an earlier EP, while tunes like
the ‘Wedding Song’ and ‘The Wake’ may yet find their way into
recorded status.
The future for Kirsty Merryn is likely to be a new release
mixing traditional and original tunes with timings heavily dependent on
funding. Whether the intensity and uniqueness of SHE & I is matched will be
judged in time, but one certainty is that the full bag of performing and
writing credentials are set to prosper. Listening to Kirsty sing and play in a
pin drop environment was not a bad way to spend a Tuesday evening, perhaps the
perfect tonic to a long work day.
The name
Neilson Hubbard has cropped up numerous times in the producing role of many
excellent albums over the past few years that perhaps the moment was right to
enter the spotlight. Steps were taken in this direction with the Orphan Brigade
project where Nielson collaborated with fellow musicians Ben Glover and
Joshua Britt. Now a major leap has
occurred with the release of a brand new solo album titled CUMBERLAND ISLAND.
Here Neilson has curated eleven tracks drawn from different periods of his
lengthy career to form a theme based around the location in the title. The
result is an expansive earthy record scratching deep into the gruff emotions of
thoughtful expression. Predominantly, he sinks into submerged insular mode,
making the listening experience extremely intimate.
Both Ben
and Joshua are involved in this album, either in a co-producing, writing or playing
role, with another very familiar name in ace guitarist Will Kimbrough being one
to jump out on the pre-release blurb. We also learn that Cumberland Island is
located off the coast of Georgia (USA not the Caucuses) and a place dear to the
heart of Nielson. The album gets a major lift in Europe via a release on Proper
Records and there is likely to be considerable interest this side of pond on
the back of the artists associated with Neilson. The Americana community is a
ready-made potential audience for this record, especially those who find solace
in the rugged deep tones of a singer-songwriter wearing canyons of feeling in
their vocal style.
One thing
that Neilson never loses sight of is the listener’s quest to hook up onto some
chorus appeal. As much as some of us enjoy burying deep into subliminal
messages and intrinsic song writing, there can be as much pleasure derived from
just sitting back and letting dulcet sound waves drift around. In these
moments, the presence of an appealing chorus cannot be under estimated.
Two tracks
that fall into this category during the early plays are ‘If The Sun Comes Up Tomorrow’ and ‘That Was Then’. As far as the general vibes are concerned, it will
not take long to make the decision to invest a greater amount of listening, but
a word of warning is that dissecting this record to the degree that it deserves
is no quick fix. So hang in there, and ripe hanging fruit will lower itself
into your grasp.
A further
delve into the collaborative song writing credits reveals a deeper involvement for
Ben and Joshua alongside contributions from familiar names such as Matthew Perryman
Jones and Hannah Miller. The latter contributed to the rather impressive ‘Oh Black River’ and a very good
recording artist in her own right as exemplified in the excellent endorsement
given here for a 2015 self-titled album.
There is an
obvious Ben Glover stamp all over this album, or could it be a reciprocation of
a Neilson Hubbard stamp on Ben’s records. Likely, it is an immense deep mutual
association, which permeates right through their creative souls.
Each of the
eleven tracks has a life of their own and the most generous praise afforded is
that any review is purely a gateway to experiencing the subtleties of celebrated
singer-songwriter roots music. Any lingering doubts around somebody better
known behind the scenes crossing the divide
profusely extinguish within the vaults of this album. Cinematic and
pensive reflection are two starting points in drafting the listening appeal to Neilson
Hubbard’s CUMBERLAND ISLAND, the rest is for you to explore.
Maybe there has always been a theatrical touch about My
Darling Clementine. Spoof and irony nestle securely alongside exclusive
musicianship with the occasional big toe dip into the literary world.
Therefore, Birmingham’s Repertory theatre may not be such a left field choice
to host a homecoming gig of a sort, despite its limited involvement in the local
live music scene. In fact, the venue has graced My Darling Clementine on two
previous occasions when crime author Mark Billingham presented The Other
Half project in conjunction with Michael and Lou contributing the music input.
In the eight years since Michael Weston King and Lou
Dalgleish launched their My Darling Clementine operation, there have been
numerous highs for this husband and wife duo seriously intent on highlighting a
side of country music increasing marginalised. Three superb albums in addition
to a surplus of stellar gigs, including a never to be forgotten night in 2013,
has kept the pair busy along with the other travails of being ordinary
citizens. Making Birmingham their home in the past has always put a different
slant on city gigs and there was a healthy studio turnout for this show that in
effect acted as the first Birmingham appearance, at least in full band format, since
the release of STILL TESTIFYING in 2017.
This latest Birmingham show is part of an extended run of
dates around the country, and fortunately one incorporating a full band rather
than the stripped down duo format. Joining Lou and Michael were a backroom team
of Al Gare (double bass), Dean Beresford (drums) and Preben Raunsbjerg (electric
guitar), the first two, well- known figures on the local music scene and the
third, a distinguished Dane instantly becoming an impressive new addition to
the band. Together as a team, they drove a near immaculate bunch of songs: sweet,
slick and country to the core, though frequently dashed with a slice of sixties
soul.
You know that old music is going to play a major part in the
My Darling Clementine style, but to the band’s creative credit, covers keep to
a minimum. Three key ones threaded through the evening with the band taking a
break to allow Lou and Michael to duet on the George Jones and Gene Pitney
number ‘That’s All It Took’ and a
version of Hank’s ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’.
Listening to the latter act as the first part of a two-song encore prodded the
summation that Hank Williams’ covers are just borrowed for their three-minute
duration before safely returning to their owner’s legacy.
The other significant cover saw Lou take to the keyboard and
churn out her usual rendition of the country standard ‘A Good Year for the Roses’. Apart from collaborating with Michael
in the vocal duet stakes throughout, there were two precious moments when Lou
takes her impassioned voice to searing levels. Just prior to the break, the
Tammy Wynette response song ‘No Matter
What Tammy Said’ had the most magnificent of airings, full of vigour, fire
and stubborn zest. Later in the set, emotions ran high during ‘Ashes, Flowers and Dust’, as the My
Darling Clementine façade took a slip.
From a set list pushing twenty songs across the evening,
stand out moments kept jostling for recognition, but ultimately the twinning of
‘Departure Lounge’ and ‘Nothing Left to Say’ from the 2011 debut
album HOW DO YOU PLEAD possessed a certain panache which goes a long way to
defining My Darling Clementine.
This was an evening without the need for any support. While
this band line up was different to previous impressive set ups, the assembled
trio ensured each cultured song had the optimum backdrop. Maybe additional pedal
steel could have enhanced the sound, but let us not be greedy and the country
credentials were still strong, as exemplified by acres of electric twang and a
bunch of sincere melodies ratcheting up the heartache and misery. Another
upgrade could have been adding ‘Two Lane
Texaco’ to the set list, but it joined a lengthening list of personal album
high spots not making the live cut in 2018.
The Rep may be better known for its thespian escapades, but
after a slight pause for sound adjustment during the first song, the listening
experience in the bleachers was top notch. It helps when you are exposing your
ears to fine musicians and songs packed with loads of appeal. The evening
continued to soar towards its inevitable conclusion of ‘100,000 Words’, with increasing thoughts of how enjoyable My
Darling Clementine shows have been over the last half a dozen years. It helps
that ears are tuned into what Lou and Michael set out to do, although execution
has to match intent, which is achieved with consummate ease.
Midway through the gig, the song ‘Our Race is Run’ prompted thoughts that this notion need not apply
to My Darling Clementine anytime soon. Where Lou and Michael eventually take
this project, who knows? What is important is that someone carries on the
mantle of projecting an iconic style and who better than My Darling Clementine to
keep turning on the creative tap. Nights like these make it all worthwhile.
Since being
fortunate to obtain an advance digital copy of this album a couple of months ago,
the art of falling in love with a record has surfaced. While the sumptuous tones
of Hilary Scott’s DON’T CALL ME ANGEL have garnered countless pleasurable
plays, the conundrum of how to convert the appreciation into meaningful words
refused to reveal a solvable hand. As the eventual release date passed, the
time was ripe to at least share a few thoughts and ultimately let folks decide
whether they are touched in similar ways.
The issue
came prominently from where to locate a coat hanger to house such a record in
the mind. Genres such as country, Americana and folk bounced around without
offering a best fit. Pop reared its head, but that also seemed inappropriate,
although the ease of listening meant very little exertion had a requirement.
The vague realm of singer-songwriter had to be the final resting place if such a location
needed finding. Labels aside, maybe just words like classy, distinguished,
passionate and cultured would suffice to get things underway.
For the
record, Hilary has found it convenient to apply the strapline ‘one l’ to
announce that she is not the Hillary Scott of Lady Antebellum fame. In fact she
is much better. Hilary is an American singer-songwriter, the architect of
twelve recording projects over a twenty-year period and someone who constantly
looks overseas for opportunities to promote her music. If like me, you are
joining her bandwagon in 2018, the notion of better to arrive late than not
arrive at all is the ideal conclusion.
This latest
record is a ten-track effort, comprising of nine self-penned compositions and a
cover version of Prince’s ‘Kiss’. The
latter emerges as a soft bluesy effort that slightly sits adrift from the crux of
Hilary’s prime skill of writing fine songs.
Of the nine
other tracks, where the killer ballad reigns supreme, there is no finer
starting point than the title track ‘Don’t
Call Me Angel’. Although, this opening track sets a standard that many
others effortlessly match. Throughout, the vocals sink deep into the depths of
each song and absolute ownership powers from a passionate and soulful singing
style. Soulful with a lower case‘s’ mind you as this is far more heartland fare
than R n B focused. The soundtrack accompanying each song acutely executes
whether soft rock guitar or shimmering keys take the lead.
Even after
many listens, anointing a favourite track is still a bridge too far, so many
are damn good. When pushed into a corner, ‘Not
Used To Being Used To, ‘You Will Be Mine’, ‘Unlove Story’ and ‘Moon and Back’ would make a short list,
but ask me tomorrow and any of the nine originals could be included.
Anyhow, the
true merit of this record is the entity of letting its entirety wash over you
in a single listening experience. Long live the album as this review finally sees
the light of day on the explicitly inaugurated ‘National Album Day’.
Now that release day as arrived, will DON’T
CALL ME ANGEL by Hilary Scott make room for the next up on the review process
line. No chance, this album has earned the right to be accessible for a while
to come. There you are, some words to support a record that appeals. Remember –
‘one l’.
To pun or
not to pun, that was the question before scribing any thoughts on the debut
Annie Oakley album. Eventually, temptation caved in and reluctance not say that
it hit the mark subsides. Adopting the name of an historic sharpshooting hero
is a curious and smart move for this Oklahoma-based trio. Maybe there is some
intentional gender association on the back of the Babb sisters (Sophia and
Grace) teaming up with third member Nia Personette to offer a delectable take
on harmonious indie-folk. WORDS WE MEAN had its world bow on October 12 with a
release on Horton Records and hence a focus on the UK market via the good guys
at At the Helm. The social media age abbreviation RIYL denoting association can
often raise eyebrows on press releases and assorted blurb, but stating artists
such as The Wailin Jennys, The Staves, First Aid Kit and in more left field,
The Milk Carton Kids is generally travelling down the right highway.
Admittedly,
this album has had a stop start existence in these quarters. Initial promise
from the early single ‘Did You Dream’,
did not transmit to the first couple of album spins. Even as the luscious sound
and wispy tendencies took hold to move the release out of the potential into
the review pile, the omission of a killer track keeps the album in check. Ultimately,
keeping the reins on any hype surrounding Annie Oakley.
However,
the potential for the trio to develop is limitless and the sublime hand at their
disposal is likely to evolve in a fulfilling direction. The sweet and silky
harmonies act as the redeeming feature alongside a lo-fi sound that drips into
your subconscious in mesmeric portions. The
acoustic vibes come courtesy of some delicate banjo and fiddle, while the
injection of the electric guitar provides the indie tinge, most prominent in
the midway track ‘Into the Light’.
Apart from
the aforementioned single, the most appealing song on the record exists in the
opening position with ‘Pomp and Swell’
soaring above its counterparts in the melody stakes. As the album gently floats
through its forty-five minute duration, further high spots emerge in tracks
such as ‘Brother’, ‘If I Were a Ghost’ and ‘Nothing to Say’. ‘Sweet Time’ also does a neat job in signing off the record and
sealing the potential of where next.
There are
probably some clichéd inner thoughts about Oklahoma music in my mind. This
stems from exposure to grittier earthy artists such as Carter Sampson, John
Moreland, John Fullbright and Parker Millsap. The sound of Annie Oakley could
not be further from this style, even to the extent that you could envisage listening
to a folk trio from the urban northeast (NYC rather than Tyne and Wear!).
So with any
association with dusty twang dismissed, it is over to the precious tender
moments and subtle gear shifts that mark out WORDS WE MEAN as an album to mark
the card of an up and coming act. Once studies are out the way, Annie Oakley intend
to step up their music activity on a grander scale. Adding some muscle and a
couple of killer tracks will boost their presence and we might just be well
seeing the beginning of something special.
Three
vocalists that appeal to me all find perfection within imperfection. The voices
of Lucinda Williams, Brandi Carlile and Natalie Maines each possess a fault
line offering a peep into the chasm of their soul. Now without resorting to a
case of over hyperbole, there is a distant resemblance in the vocals of Emily
Mae Winters thus lifting her head and shoulders above most singers that cross my
ear. This is one immense talent that needs to be nurtured, with a limitless
potential dripping out of the songs, music, voice, and an approach to
projecting a distinct style.
Any resemblance to conventional folk music is ebbing away as
Emily sharpens up her tools to launch into album number 2. The probability of
Emily Mae Winters soaring up the scale of UK performers recognised in the
blurry horizon of Americana is increasing to the extent that 2019 could be one
big year. Anyhow, back to the present and the HIGH ROMANCE pre-release
tour stopping off at Birmingham. This show was a lower key affair to last
year’s visit. Maybe the reason was the ‘between albums’ syndrome and spreading
an existing fan base thinly between Birmingham, Coventry & Leicester.
Any return is sure to be an upgrade in turnout especially
with the new record in tow and the buzz of a special artist getting the word
around. Hooking up on the live front with ace guitarist Ben Walker is a smart
move. Without wanting to dismiss his work in the Josienne & Ben duo, the
scope in the direction Emily’s music is taking will present ideal opportunities
to branch out in a live capacity.
Before exploring the main set in detail, a special word for
Annie Dressner, who switched a rescheduled performance at the Kitchen Garden to
open the evening. Annie, an exiled New Yorker now a 7 year plus resident of
Cambridge, is making tentative steps back into active performing after a
lengthy break. It was back in 2013 when I last saw Annie play live and the
simultaneous release of her most recent recording. Five years on and the Anglo-American
vocals remain, pouring originality into a series of songs cut from a decent
cloth. Annie mixed her set between a few tracks off an upcoming album and some
older stuff.
The songs ‘Brooklyn’
and ‘Fly‘ rather splendidly
represent the transitional period in her life of moving to the UK. To bring
things up to date, ‘Kentucky’ and ‘Heartbreaker’ reveal a more stable
existence albeit both themes hark back to the past with stateside origins.
The new Annie Dressner album, BROKEN INTO PIECES, is formally released towards the end of October and expect to hear a lot more from this talented singer-songwriter
in forthcoming months.
As soon as Emily Mae Winters hit her stride with ‘Blackberry Lane’, memories instantly
came flooding back of the first time I heard her. This was a short set at last
year’s Moseley Folk Festival. Around the same time, the SIREN SERENADE album was
released and while times may be changing, we still had timely reminders of what
a fine album this is.
‘Anchor’, ‘Miles to Go’
and the title track joined the opening number from the album. In fact, ‘Siren Serenade’ was one of a couple of
tracks delivered solo, with even her guitar getting the elbow in this one
alongside band mates Ben and John Parker on upright bass.
On the guitar front, Emily proudly displayed (and played) her
brand new Gretsch alongside a more worn traditional acoustic model. The
electric came into its own as the new songs began to ease out of a rockier
wrapping. Of course, the challenge to adjust the vocals to combat the greater
amplification is presented, one that Emily accomplished relatively comfortably.
Her voice will definitely grow into the new songs alongside
an opportunity for Ben to ratchet up the solo segments. Such talent should be
encouraged to shine and any enhanced presence would be a great addition to Emily’s music.
One certainty is the strength of the new material. More will
seep out in due course. From a theme perspective, ‘This Land’ and ‘How Do You
Fix a Broken Sun’ prove intriguing listens. While ‘Come Live in My Heart & Pay No Rent' succeeds big style in the title
credentials and shows that the folk tendency to trawl the archives for
inspiration will never wane. While John Parker does a sterling job in the rhythm role,
there is mileage in adding drums to the new material, although their road use
is always subject to viability. An interesting thought is how these new songs
will be recorded when Emily hits the studio in December. Inklings are that a desire
to upgrade the creativity stakes will prevail and not churn out standard versions, which
have been done a million times previously. The tools are at Emily’s disposal
and it will be interesting to listen to her eventual route.
On the covers front, this evening’s set contained a pair of
classics, of which the highest praise is that Emily owned both renditions. To
put a stamp on the Krauss/Plant revised version of ‘Killing the Blues’ is no mean feat. In addition, you can carry me
away from this world with ‘Will You Still
Love Tomorrow’ playing, and even if you substituted The Shirrelles with
Emily Mae Winters there would be few complaints. Both these covers were repeats
from her last visit to the Kitchen Garden in October 2017, although sadly we
did not get ‘Red Dirt Girl’ on this occasion.
One room
for improvement is for the set time to be lengthened to boost the live
reputation. Weighing in at just under the hour was a little short. Eventually two full albums plus a few choice covers will provide ample material
to increase the stage time. The final song to send the Emily Mae Winters
faithful contingent merrily on their way home was another nod in a
country/Americana direction with a good ole drinking song titled ‘Gin Tingles Whisky Shivers’.
If a seal
of approval need further adhesion then this night delivered in voluptuous portions.
Very few vocalists have created the same level of effect than Emily Mae Winters
and the sheer quality portrayed this evening suggests few will struggle to
match her, especially away from the classically trained folk hierarchy. Indeed
2019 has the potential to be very special when HIGH ROMANCE emerges and the
next stage of the Emily Mae Winters bandwagon kicks fully into gear.
October
chat between Stephen Simmons and his co-performer Dave Coleman this evening
brought up the topic of some of the Halloween traditions back home, with
Stephen particularly commenting on how he is often touring Europe during this
time of year. In a slight twist of irony, it was October 31st 2014
when I first saw Stephen Simmons play live and thus extending the musical
appreciation that initially surfaced when reviewing the HEARSAY album released
around then.
At the time, he was establishing a fan base in the Staffordshire
area and always pays the county a visit when trips are made from his Tennessee
home to continue a mission of sharing music with European audiences. Since that
Halloween evening four years ago, Stephen has played an annual show in Elford,
either in a house concert or marquee garden format, cementing relationships
formed and frequently bringing new music.
The 2018
renewal saw a couple of innovations. Stephen usually tours the UK alone, although
Molly Jewell, a fellow Nashville musician, joined him a couple of years back.
The time the co-operation expanded into a fuller presentation, with long-term
musical companion Dave Coleman playing electric guitar throughout as well as
chipping in with a few solo songs prior to each of Stephen’s sets commencing.
On the new music
front, Stephen released an album this summer titled GALL. Unfortunately, for
lovers of physical copies mainly, the album is only available digitally, but
quite often artists hamstrung by financial constraints have to make rational
decisions. There is already a considerable Stephen Simmons back catalogue in
place, including many long-term favourite songs frequently making his sets, and
the good news is that further new music is in motion that hopefully will get an
expanded release. You can never restrain a prolific singer-songwriter bursting
with new ideas.
Anyhow, for
those of you open to feasting on digital music the new album is a wise and
valuable investment. A link to the Band Camp site is placed below but it is
also available on the mainstream sites for streaming or downloading on both
sides of the pond. GALL is probably Stephen’s most stripped back and personal
set of songs for a while. The process is purely a one-person operation and the
recording took place in his vacant grandparents’ house away from the big city
in small town Tennessee.
With this
album not really being subject to the big sell, only a couple of songs had an
outing during this evening’s house concert. ‘Burnt Orange & Bruised Purple’ and ‘Death to the Dreamers’ are among the leading songs on the
eleven-track record and sounded good in a live unfiltered setting, akin to what
you get on the album in reality. The location and the family orientated content interweave coherently with perhaps the strongest song to feature being the
title number ‘Gall’. You never know, in the future some of these
songs may re-surface on another album.
Alternatively, this project may always remain self-contained. Either way,
GALL is worth checking out especially if you have come across Stephen’s work
before and are partial to high quality singer-songwriting with a southern flavour.
Back to
this evening’s show and the impact made by the presence of Dave Coleman.
Getting the electric guitar sound spot on in an informal dining room setting is
tricky, but this was accomplished by a player with vast experience as a
producer and founder of the Nashville-based rock ‘n’ roll roots band The Coal
Men. Dave introduced a couple of his songs including the track ‘Singer (In Louisville)’ featured here.
With murder ballads being a theme of the evening, Dave could not resist sharing
a version of ‘Long Black Veil’. When
supporting Stephen, he skillful added the appropriate riffs and required twang,
probably letting loose the most when they covered Springsteen’s ‘Tougher Than the Rest’. The Coal Men’s
records are readily available digitally and can possibly be tracked down on a
CD. Dave had copies of 2016’s PUSHED TO THE SIDE and the 2013 release ESCALATOR
for sale and if you like your roots music with a little tempo and rhythm alongside
some nifty guitar work they will be right up your street.
The
presence of the electric guitar did ensure Stephen had to make some vocal
adjustment to his sound. This smoothly occurred for a bunch of songs stretching
back well over ten years or more to sound as sweet as ever. You never know
quite what you are going to get from a Stephen Simmons set list, but with a
fresh range of stories, the content is normally top notch.
This evening
it was older tracks like ‘Asheville Girl’
(probably the standout moment from the show), ‘Lay on the Tracks’ and ‘Parchcorn
Falls’ that crept up the appreciation scale. It is also good to hear ‘Horse Cave Kentucky’ especially after
visiting this self-generating tourist attraction on a Southern states road trip
in 2016.
Stephen was
his normal unassuming self, grateful that folks turn up to listen to his songs,
and fully embracing the culture of being a word junkie. He is humble enough to
continue to want to write better songs and will probably never cease to until
the guitar, pen and notepad are packed away. A slice of southern culture is
exported around the world when he leaves his Nashville home and whether he is
viewed as country, folk, singer-songwriter or Americana, he simply, as his
compatriots often say, is ‘just a dude who likes to write, play and sing songs’.
The house
concert environment is the perfect setting for Stephen Simmons to hone his
craft. Maintaining this level of intimacy alongside striving to pursue other
live music opportunities is a fulfilling place to be. The blessing is a
combined moment of pleasure. The privilege to listen and to play is
simultaneous. The part Stephen Simmons plays in small corners of the UK live
music scene is not insignificant and likely to be successfully around for a few
years yet.
Free Dirt Records have been responsible for some exceedingly
good album releases in recent times and this continues with the brand new
record from JP Harris. When you are in the company of artists such as Western
Centuries, Dori Freeman, Rachel Baiman and Vivian Leva, the bar is elevated high;
a challenge richly accomplished throughout the short shrift tones of SOMETIMES
DOGS BARK AT NOTHING.
Regardless of the back-story, which may or may not be relevant
to the listener, you gain the impression from the off that JP Harris is a
straight-up no bullshitting honky tonker. The songs are brash, cutting and
splashed with an element of rawness. Just glancing at the titles before
spinning a single track, the vocabulary is awash with negative connotations
such as nothing, quit, blues, dead and alone. However, this is country music
and wallowing in some sort of depressive misery is a badge of honour, and we purists
would not have it any other way. Of course the motto ‘sad songs = happy person’
increasingly gains traction to put things into some perspective.
The opening bars of this ten track-thirty one minute offering
immediately throw up one association – Sturgill Simpson in his pre-Meta Modern
days. Throw in a couple of detectable Cash and Kristofferson moments and the
shaping of a modern day country music outlaw takes shape. There is a touch of
self-homage in the opening track titled ‘JP’s
Florida Blues’, an instant fast paced driving rocking number that knocks
the album into shape with no delay. It takes a few more tracks before this
frenetic activity surfaces again. The track to do this is ‘Hard Road’, and the initial associated thoughts confirm. In
addition, to leave you on familiar ground, JP frantically strums through the
blistering ‘Jimmy’s Dead and Gone’,
hailing the never to be forgotten train rhythm that has railroaded through country
music since the days of Jimmie Rodgers and probably before that.
For those of you who
prefer your honky tonk of a slower persuasion, dripping with one voice drowning
their acoustic guitar or piano with heaps of self-penned melancholy, then JP
Harris is right on the mark. The ubiquitous curse of the alcohol habit gets the
full treatment in this style courtesy of ‘When
I Quit Drinking’ and ‘I Only Drink
Alone’. Cliché or not, you get what you are dealt in these waters.
The title track anchors the album at no. 5 in the running
order and ‘Sometimes Dogs Bark at Nothing’
sees our protagonist get metaphorical in his song writing. An approach that
is compelling for any song-writing junkies out there. Earlier in the album ‘Lady in the Spotlight’ opens with a
tidy guitar riff before emerging into a song that draws the Kris Kristofferson
comparison. At this stage, any attempts to anoint a crowning track vanish as
this album deserves its entity platform and you cannot moan that half an hour
of excellence is taking up too much of your time.
Of the remaining tracks, ‘Runaway’
see JP joined by Kristina Murray on harmony vocals, an artist who has been
attracting serious praise for her recently released record. ‘Long Ways Back’ has a late night blues
feel to it and neatly fits into the moment when the record slides into some
heartfelt melody. ‘Miss Jeanne-Marie’
gets the full character treatment and JP uses piano to ramp up the story-
telling mode. Expect to hook in securely here, but as it is the penultimate
track, you will already be on-board.
JP Harris makes country music as was meant to be. Oh and there
is plenty of essential pedal steel. SOMETIMES DOGS BARK AT NOTHING knows what it
is about and powerfully presents a slice of music that retains a gilded status.
It is nearly four years ago since Bob Collum brushed away
any New Year blues with the release of a record that eventually travelled a
long way down the 2015 musical highway. Now
as the nights draw in and 2018 hurtles towards its conclusion, the follow up to the
excellent LITTLE ROCK is unveiled for all to hear, complete with a spring in
its step to placate any detrimental season change. PAY PACK AND CARRY still
carries the moniker of the Welfare Mothers as the backing band and resumes Bob
Collum’s stature as the architect of some exceedingly infectious music.
Terms such as pub rock, power pop, alt country and exiled
Americana can be tossed around and still carry a resemblance of accuracy
whichever angle you choose to approach this album from. Ultimately, Bob Collum,
and whoever nestles comfortably within the Welfare Mother family, makes music
that sinks deep into your psyche and retains an instinct to refuse to budge
from your immediate horizon. In other words, the challenge is to let a satisfactory smile leave your face when this album gets its umpteenth play. A tough one given the ingrained appeal.
Plenty of fiddle and steel ensures that an element of countrification
remains in focus, albeit definitely from an alternative perspective. Many of
the tracks do not refrain from a good rinsing of pop sentiment, albeit from a
bygone age where trends were not subject to the chase and quite simply - good
songs became popular.
Just pitching gems like sumptuous album opener ‘Across a Crowded Room’, serious standout
candidate ‘Catherine Row’ and
infectious title track ‘Pay Pack and
Carry’ against classic covers of Michael Nesmith’s ‘Different Drum’ and the Incredible String Band’s ‘Log Cabin Home in the Sky’ ratchet up
the song writing acumen of Collum. Whatever your view on covers, you cannot
deny the value they add here and a humble touch from the press blurb suggests
they keep an artist in check from running rampant with self-absorption.
Also by reigning in the content, the album exudes a compact
feel with each of the ten tracks playing an important part in maintaining
momentum. You gain the impression that the music flows devoid of complication
and this aids the ease of listening. Indeed the whole clarity façade embeds
into the listening experience that mixes the explicitly detected American twang
of Tulsa born Collum with a good ole British pub rock sound.
Back in 2015, it was the classic duet ‘Good Thing We’re in Love’ that hooked me into the work of Bob
Collum. This time the highs were more evenly spread, to the extent that it did
take a few spins to get the fires stoked. Once up and running, the bandwagon of
PAY PACK AND CARRY rose through the gear changes ensuring tracks such as ‘Mr McGhee’, ‘Tin Can Telephone’ and ‘Blue
Sky Rain’ assumed a similar mantle to those tracks eulogised about earlier.
At this stage, it would be remiss to omit ‘Scarecrow’ and ‘Hey Blue’ as they are integral parts in keeping the toe-tapping
feel to this record rolling along. Indeed, there need not be an anointed
highlight as the true reward has been to keep this record on heavy rotation
without any remnants of weariness surfacing.
Between albums, it is a relatively low-key existence for Bob
Collum and the Welfare Mothers in my world, briefly punctuated by a Maverick
Festival appearance in 2015. However, this compensates greatly when the album
release cycle delivers. Who knows what 2019 will bring, but one certainty is
that PAY PACK AND CARRY will not be filed away too deeply and is a good 'go to' when you want a slice of uncomplicated sophistication in your listening
repertoire.
The
shortening of the days and dipping of the temperature may see the prevalence of
the dreaded lurgy, but Blair Dunlop was not going to let any affliction knock
him off course. There is a new album on the table up for promotion and we all
know that music is the best medicine. To be fair, the momentum of this gig at
the Robin 2 in Bilston played its part and from an early vocal stuttering, it
soon turned into business as usual. This is Blair Dunlop reminding folks what
an accomplished artist he is, fully adept on the writing, musicianship and
performing front.
For the
early throes of the tour supporting the recently released NOTES FROM AN ISLAND,
Blair has assembled a trio format in harnessing the talents of long time
drummer Fred Claridge and newly enlisted acquaintance Jack Carty on bass. The
latter, an experienced singer-songwriter in his own right, opened the evening
with a support set packed full of self-penned songs spanning the European and
Oceanic continents, thus representing the British home and the Down Under
upbringing of this exiled Aussie.
Peaking
with songs such as ‘Hospital Hill’
and ‘Stargazer’, Jack paved the way
for Blair to take centre-stage complete with a homely lampshade making the vacuous
Robin feel a little more intimate. Before too long, the impish character came
to the fore making Blair a highly personable performer and one to warm the
hearts of those in his midst.
His style
blends the storytelling of folk with a pop tinge, while never straying too far
from the late sixties-early seventies rock templates of either side of the
pond. He tended to major on electric guitar for most of the evening, swaying
between a few extrovert rock riffs and more subtle twangy strumming. Impeccable
percussion from Fred Claridge kept appropriate time ranging from the Americana
leaning upbeat ‘45s (C.'14)’ (which
acted as the foot tapping pre-encore closer) and the impressive ‘Nothing Good’ lifted off the new record.
Blissful three part harmonies adorned the latter and eyes closed could easily
have imagined a Californian super group on stage.
On a
stateside theme, there was an air of familiarity about the cover of ‘Dancing in the Dark’, which Blair did
try to put on a different spin. This was one of a handful of tracks delivered
solo on acoustic guitar, including the evening finale of ‘No Go Zones’, an interesting and relevant song to sing when returning
to the West Midlands. The subject of the track is the infamous and ill-advised Fox
News story slamming our beloved second city as being a rather dangerous place
to live!
To stir up
a slice of audience interaction of the singing kind, Blair had the ideal song
in ‘Green Liquor’, one dark in
sentiment contrasting with a highly catchy harmonious humming end finale,
leaving no excuse not to join in. A track not even needing an invitation to
participate in is the brand new single ‘Sweet
on You’. This could quite conceivably be Blair’s best song to date, an
enhanced accomplishment with now four full- length albums in the bank. Other songs
to make their mark on the night were a cover Gabrielle Aspin’s ‘Please Don’t Say You Love Me’, and a
song representing Blair at his folk best in ‘Up on the Cragside’.
An hour and
half after hitting the stage, Blair Dunlop had accomplished the feat of putting
on yet another entertaining and highly enjoyable show. The Robin 2 is not an
easy place for a singer-songwriter heavy on original material to ply their
trade on a midweek night. Yet those who, either took a punt or are seasoned
fans had their investment amply rewarded. Artists like Blair Dunlop keep the
live music scene fresh, vibrant and brimming with meaningful music. Another
first class show added to the record.