
Imagine the scene; with shimmering percussion in the
background, bar room shenanigans in the foreground, the stench of illicit
alcohol filtering through the juke joint and the band just played on. That band
could well have been Blue Moon Marquee in time travelling mode so authentic
have this duo, labelling themselves ‘Canadian Gypsy Blues’, proved to be in
their second release LONEOME GHOSTS. Harking back to a bygone age, this record,
the musical fruits of A.W. Cardinal and Jasmine Collette, is unashamedly retro
and sets out the stall that regressive music can be cool in 2014.
Weighing in at a meagre 28 minutes, the solution for the shortness
is to hit the repeat button and play the 9 tracks again as the record is as
much about the ambience created than crying out for critical song dissection. The
ambient environment can be that idyllic bar listening to the duo on their many
live dates, though the alcohol is legal and a lot more expensive than the in
the aura created, or for those solitary moments when all you need is something
medicinal and a set of headphones.
A serious grounding in the jazz and blues venues of New York
City and Montreal fuelled the creative desire for A.W. who fulfilled his passion
by venturing out west to the wild pastures of Alberta to settle for a sound
that has subsequently criss-crossed the Canadian land under the touring guise
of Blue Moon Marquee. With song titles like ‘Scotch Whiskey’ and ‘Gypsy’s
Life’, you get a feel for the content of the sound which with a little bit
of critical content probably peaks in the first couple of tracks. Album opener ‘What I Wouldn’t Do’ dares you to shuffle
your feet a little and a cover by old time American singer-songwriter/pianist
Moon Mullican, ‘Pipeliner Blues’, displays
the band’s canny knack of tapping into a style from an artist whose early
active days can be traced back to 1926.

So if you’re up for a touch of untainted pure retro then
LONESOME GHOSTS by Blue Moon Marquee is an available option and with you at the
click of a button (and insertion of a credit card number). However a warning,
the worn vocals and crackling sound has more miles on them than a clapped out
Ford, and not for discerning progressive ears, but retains a reassuring spirit
of authenticity and is drenched in the art of preserving a snapshot of the
past.
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