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.
Co-Pilgrim continue their fertile period of album releases
with a brand new record bound and packaged to tempt a curious listener into a
compendium of complexities and craft. It’s a record to challenge and delight,
swaying the audience in a multiple of mood swings. Melodic and mellow comes up
on the rails to ultimately pip fiery and fervid, but there are frequent
elements of the record which places Co-Pilgrim at an intriguing point where 60s
psychedelia meets late 80s pioneering Brit Pop meets 21st century raw
indie-Americana. Whether such associations cross the minds of Mike Gale and Joe
Bennett when they hit the studio are mere speculative thoughts, but their music
certainly courts independent reaction.
The eight tracks, which symmetrically form MOON LAGOON, are
full of cool sounds that soak deep into your pores. The symmetrical element
comes from the fact that this appears to fit the double-sided vinyl format and
that the first and last pieces linger longest in the positive memory bank after
a succession of analytical plays. Of course a particular mind-set determines
whether you spin a record for such a purpose or the more common simple pleasure
effect, and the good news is this record slides into either approach. The
reason album opener ‘Turn it Around’
resonates well lies initially in a 90 second rock intro of crashing hazy guitars
leading into the trademark vocals that give Co-Pilgrim a distinctly West Coast
feel in part. This was an attraction when the band first caught my ear four
years ago with the release of A FAIRER SEA. However there are a number of
deviances as the album proceeds, no greater than a sumptuous final track with
the trumpet parts to ‘Wouldn’t You Like
to Dance’ fuelling an eclectic feel to the record as an entity.
Another feature, which marks out this record, is the vocal
interjections on ‘You’ll Look Pretty As a
Picture When the Acid Rains Hits Ya’ and ‘Moon Lagoon’. If the title of the former raises an eyebrow, you’ve
yet to be introduced to ‘I’m Not a
Wallflower, I’m the Wall’ and ‘Digging
Holes in the Whites of Your Eyes’. There is a view here that the lyrics
often plant ideas in your mind rather than leading, to the extent that they are
quite sparse on tracks like ‘Cylindrical
Fire Escapes’ and ‘Thank My Stars’.
The first of these is unveiled as the record’s seven-minute epic, complete with
a moody appeal to those with sufficient stamina. One conundrum at the
conclusion of listening to Co-Pilgrim is whether the lo-fi nature or more up-tempo
beat tunes prove to be the greater selling points. Possibly the former prevail
to a larger extent, but the effect lies solely within the mind of the
independent listener.
Whichever way you extract listening pleasure from this album,
you should now be getting the picture that options are out there. One undeniable
conclusion is that it is inventive and wholly successful in projecting an aura
of swirling diverse landscapes from a base of a single writer, joint producers
and a small band of dedicated musicians. Although I am far more familiar with Joe
Bennett’s Dreaming Spires output, it has been useful to check back into his
work with Mike Gale as Co-Pilgrim. MOON LAGOON possesses the guile, sounds and
texture to create a space in a market where Americana slides into a softer form
of edgy innovative indie rock. Here it will flourish and delight many a
listener who tracks it down.
Although Miranda Lee Richards has had a lengthy association
with the music industry to varying degrees of success, the last eighteen months
has seen something of a renewal. This has had a particular focus in the UK
including a tie up with label Invisible Hands Music and the follow up of intent
to back a pair of album releases with overseas trips from her California base. This
return to Birmingham had a somewhat low key feel to it, but evidence was
rampant to what great music she is producing at the moment. Many of the
alluring facets of her recorded material were successfully reproduced in the
live environment especially the ethereal feel, beautifully hazy vocals and a
three-pronged West Coast wrapped guitar attack.
Miranda led the way making her acoustic playing punch above
its weight alongside the majestic electric contribution of her key stringed accomplices
Randy Billings and Joe Woolley. The advertised trio morphed into a quartet with
the harmony backing vocals of Samantha Lea Smith as Miranda introduced her
hour-long set as essentially a showcase for material from the last two albums.
There did appear to be a slight bias towards the recently released EXISTENTIAL
BEAST, especially as this was likely to be an introductory listen for most
folks attending this Ort Café show.
However little time was wasted in sharing the best of last
year’s album ECHOES OF THE DREAMTIME with the excellent ‘Tokyo’s Dancing’ taking the prized opening slot and precisely positioning
the mood and tone for the set. Generally Miranda kept the background chat to a
minimum with only very brief song introductions such as the country sound to ‘It Was Given’ and the trip-inducing qualities
of ‘Colours So Fine’.
It didn’t take long into the set to move into the newer
material with ‘On the Outside of Heaven’ featuring
early on. ‘Lucid I Would Dream’, ‘Autumn Sun’ and title track ‘Existential Beast’ effortlessly
transferred the divinity of the record to a quirky venue in the inner city
suburb of Balsall Heath, trailing just two tracks, which proved to be highlight
of the set. ‘Oh Raven’ was announced
as a medieval folk piece and rose like a beacon on the evening. Album opener ‘Ashes and Seeds’ was nearly missed as cut
off time approached but it was just squeezed in to the extent of flourishing
brightly whilst projecting Miranda as a serious writer of an enticing folk
song.
Sadly time constraints probably lent heavily on not playing
the eleven minute epic ‘Another World’
that not only closes the new record, but also prompts a transfixed thought
mode. While not being sure to the extent that this track generally features
live, it presents a brave challenge that in my opinion will come off. Maybe
there is also room in a different setting for further insight into the intriguing
themes, inspirations and line of thought that apply to her music. This
certainly was a gig where the message was predominately in the music, which
fair enough is the fundamental of the art. Miranda finished her set by stating
that she will be back later in the summer with a full band in tow. This will
inevitably add a further dimension to the sound, but on a pre-gig assumption
that this event would be on a more acoustic footing, the bar was raised to a
pretty high level for subsequent shows to better.
In line with the promoter’s motivation to provide a platform
for local independent artists, two solo performers were granted half hour
support slots to support Miranda. Each focussed on a different strand of music,
with Stourbridge-based Ryan Sparrow more pro-active in promoting his innovative
acoustic style than the fluctuating electric vibes of a guitarist billed under
the name My Autumn Empire who followed.
Engaging with the music of Miranda Lee Richards over the
last eighteen months has been an adorable delight and this first time seeing
her live went a lengthy way to exceeding expectation. If you’re seeking an artist
capable of making seductive and encapsulating music wrapped in a warm blanket
of indie folk and West Coast jangly rock, then look no further. While we wait for
a UK return, there is ample space for EXISTENTIAL BEAST to prosper and ECHOES
IN THE DREAMTIME to have reinvigorated second phase.
As soon as the final reveller leaves the Glastonbury site, a
signal is sent out that the festival season is about to begin in earnest and
many a touring artist will seek to build such an event, albeit on a more modest
scale, into their schedule. Brooklyn based singer-songwriter Annie Keating has
sensibly found a match with the Maverick Festival for her dip into the UK multi-artist
gathering scene. In the week that she heads down Suffolk way, another good fit for a performer of her style is to call in at Birmingham’s Kitchen Garden to
tread the stone floors where so many of her compatriots have shared their craft
over the years.
On the subject of sharing, there was a collaborative feel to
this evening’s show, running a thread through both sets and an audience keen to
engage throughout. This was an audience swelled by the presence of local
musician Danielle Cawdell who grabbed every moment of a precious opening slot
to show how the medium of thoughtful song adorned with an ideal piano
accompaniment can flourish. This was especially apt in an environment often more
frequented by the acoustic guitar.
Although the sets were bound by the urge to express oneself through the
holy grail of the original song plus an assembled trio format, artistic contrasts
were on explicit display starting from the moment the stage area was re-adjusted during the break.
Stand-up bass replaced piano on the instrument front as the focal point switched
from a performer on the rise to one coveted with a seasoned stature. Maybe the
overseas tours haven’t been too frequent, but Annie Keating has been recording
albums for well over a decade with the 2008 release BELMONT initially catching my
ear. This was the first opportunity to assess her from a live perspective and
an hour-long spell in the spotlight revealed an inventive and industrious artist
using an energetic persona to open the songbook of her spirit.
For this tour, Annie has teamed up with English bassist
Scott Warman (a regular Porchlight Smoker and more recently, a driving influence
in The Long Haul) and fellow New Yorker Steve Mayone (seamlessly switching between
acoustic, electric and mandolin). Indeed the latter’s presence played a
significant upfront role in dictating the pace of the set, whether enhancing
the rock ‘n’ roll tempo for songs like ‘On
the Loose’ or taking the sound in a more roots direction through the
delicate twang from the mandolin. Perhaps if you were seeking an extension to
the evening, a song or two from Steve’s new album SIDEWAYS RAIN could have
aided its promotion without overshadowing the momentum of Annie.
One of Steve’s older songs did make an entry as the first
part of a double encore with ‘Deeper in
the Well’ leading the trio back on stage. This was followed by Annie
closing a thoroughly entertaining evening by not only celebrating the work of
John Prine through his classic cut ‘Angel
From Montgomery’, but conducting a communal response to a chorus deeply
rooted in the contemporary American songbook. In fact Annie had long tapped
into the enthusiasm generated from Danielle’s set, with her own communal crowd
pleaser ‘You Bring the Sun’ needing
little encouragement for participation.
Among an ever-increasing posse of American touring artists
spanning that vast country, there is always a place for the hardened urban
North East singer-songwriter. From the Boston suburbs of her upbringing which provided the backdrop to the inspiration for the title track off her most recent album ‘Trick Star’ to the nostalgic tones of her tribute to Brooklyn’s
iconic seaside haven ‘Coney Island’,
this was a songwriter heavily influenced by her surroundings and not on this occasion
the proverbial open road or the luscious soulful soil of the south. Annie is
perfectly in tune with marrying the port of her influence with a distinctive style,
while engaging with many creative facets to bring the sum of her gifts to an
awaiting audience. From the opening track ‘Lucky’,
through other popular numbers such as the pumped up ‘Storm Warning’, the ode to romance ‘Valentine’ and the impressive ‘Sunny
Dirt Road’ to the right up to date ‘Trouble’,
there was ample evidence to unlock the door and reveal what makes Annie Keating
tick as an artist.
On an evening rich in the warmth of mutual appreciation, the
triangle of support act, main attraction and audience thrived on the rich
pickings of the environment. Danielle Cawdell will no doubt continue her
schooling on the live local music scene, further assisted by her mentor and guitar
playing accomplice for the evening Birmingham’s own popular singer-songwriter
Dan Whitehouse. On the other hand, Annie will continue to ply the trail of the
touring artist,taking a little bit of Brooklyn to whichever town she stops off
at, including probably the centrepiece of this year’s UK visit, a couple of
sets at the upcoming Maverick Festival.
Of course, with the music versus the backstory debate, the
music should always come out on top, but things fit into place better when both
complement each other to perfection. Therefore, primarily FELONY BLUES by Jaime
Wyatt is an exceptionally good mini album. The phrase ‘such swagger’ is
borrowed on this occasion, with the biggest fault only being: why stop at seven
tracks. There is probably a practical answer to that question, but it is a
tribute to the architects that you are left aching for more after an exhilarating
half an hour.
The enamoured sound of Jaime is based on the smart ability
to unite country music with its near cousins, the alt variety and Americana,
and spin it into a bunch of half a dozen highly palatable songs ready made for
the sweet ear. The backstory is a little more downbeat as much of the record is
based on Jaime’s experience on the wrong side of the prison walls after an
addiction-fuelled altercation. Whilst not being the first country artist to
channel rehabilitation into first class music, this whole scenario can prove to
be additional selling point. Not that this is necessarily needed, as those who
solely base their judgement on unfiltered listening will certainly be won over.
Jaime’s Californian heritage, base and influence can be factored
into the interpretation of her music. Naturally, it falls on the fault lines of
distinctly retro and delicately contemporary. A cool freshness aids a torpedo
effect into modern country fans preferring an independent edgy approach, while
timeless qualities help span the generations. Also a cover of ‘Misery and Gin’, initially recorded by
Merle Haggard, further pushes up the credibility in some quarters, although
this track tends to crown the record rather than prop it up.
The swirling guitar, lovely beat breaks and rousing chorus
of opening track ‘Wishing Well’ go a
long way to defining the record and it is hard to think of a stronger track
that opens an album in 2017. Those who base a lot of credence on the first song
setting the tone will be delighted with this offering and duly rewarded with
pursuing the remainder of the content. The follow on track ‘Your Loving Saves Me’ is not short on sass or exquisite twang and
yet another chorus that has little difficulty in finding a hook in your mind.
By the time, we get to the delectable ‘From Outer Space’ when the steel kicks in, the implicit narrative
fizzles with heartfelt pleas to a lover. Maybe this is a track that has to
fight hard to be heard alongside its compatriot juggernauts, but the strength of
an album is often defined by its base and FELONY BLUES has a very strong one.
We get into the serious side of Jaime’s writing by the time the
fiddle inspired ‘Wasco’ explodes in
the listener’s midst. It is assumed this is the institution that she spent time
in and the lyrics fire off in several directions while reflecting a great deal
of conflicting emotions. It also puts a completely different slant on the term
graduation day. ‘Giving Back the Best of
Me’ is a tenderer offering utilising the steel well as Jaime slips into a
poignant gear while in ballad mode. Another valid reason to extol the virtues
of this being a neatly balanced collection of tunes, appealing to several sides
of a listener’s preference. ‘Stone Hotel’
is the penultimate track before the Haggard cover pulls the shutter down and is
another successful attempt to dress a serious point in a tune that blossoms so
well upon first listen.
FELONY BLUES is an album designed to make an instant impact
without a layer of throwaway packaging. It presents Jaime Wyatt as a country
artist to place on your 'get to know' list and one you won't regret liaising
with. A sentiment launched into cyberspace by Rolling Stone’s anointment of her
as a “New Country Artist You Need To Know”. You may ask what do they know, but
in this instance, they are spot on.
Thimblemill Library is in a current phase of interacting
with musical art to the extent of opening its doors to a host of touring
artists. Alongside marrying literary focus with that of the lyricist, embracing
the world of cultured protest and engaging with left field ideals, you can now
add library ambience providing the backdrop to a most beautiful sound. The
latest artist to grace this art deco building hails from Nashville Tennessee
and commandeers the most respectful of audience attention through a haze of
serene country folk songs evoking a state of meditative relaxation. Erin Rae
welcomed a raft of new fans to her music after this first visit deep into the
heartland of the industrial West Midlands, ones sure to remain with her when
she returns.
Flanked by her Meanwhiles, in-demand Nashville players
Dominic Billett and Jerry Bernhardt, Erin set about executing her distinct
style and breezed through a couple of blissful sets. There is an element of adjusted
expectation and sensory alignment required to fully acquaint oneself with the
tone of the music. In fact, it took deep into the second set for the sweet spot
to be reached, and this was very much in the domain of the listener in light of
Erin’s consistent approach. The moment of enlightenment peaked in the final
three tracks of the show with ‘Minolta’, ‘Monticello’
and ‘Rose Color’ successfully leaving
a mark of an unwanted end.
The unassuming and softly spoken Erin hails from 21st
century Nashville, but there is so much late 20th century California
in her sound and vision. Close your eyes and drifting Laurel Canyon clouds
float around, open them and the surroundings become more tangible. Her partners
help out enormously offering the ‘less is more’ ethos to decorating her songs
with the perfect soundtrack. The echoes and notes were a little different from
when the pair last visited the area as part of the Andrew Combs band in May. Dom
had the rhythm in the palm of hands on drums and bass keys, while Jerry
optimised the electric guitar output required to supplement Erin’s crystal
vocals.
As was expected, the vast bulk of material used came from
last year’s full album release SOON ENOUGH, which was brought to life in the UK
via a tie up with Clubhouse Records. Current signals in the media of Erin
advancing forward with her next record were confirmed through brief
between-songs chats and the playing of the new song ‘Wild Blue Wind’. Despite a wide ocean of available classic material
from a bygone era, seemingly to be Erin’s influence, the preference leans heavily
on the original song. The one instance where the work of others was celebrated
sent the mind ticking over in seeking more information on a track from the 1970s
by Judee Sill titled ‘Jesus was a Crossmaker’.
This song was tackled in a seamless way to each other track which included introduced
numbers from the album such as ‘Clean
Slate’, ‘Pretty Thing’, ‘Futile Attempts’ and ‘Light’.
There was a slight adjustment to the opening act for the evening
with the performance of the duo Ashland being slimmed down to a solo slot from
Dave Sutherland. His regular partner Kathryn Marsh was afflicted by the dreaded
curse of all vocalists on performance day: a lost voice. Nevertheless, the show
must go on and Dave dug deep into his experience, song arsenal and
professionalism to deliver an excellent half hour, helped only by a borrowed
effort from Rodney Crowell plus a trusty guitar.
Erin herself highly values the forty-year-old guitar that
gently strums to the beat of her songs and began life in the possession of her
father. She cuts the pose of the natural singer-songwriter born to extract
every ounce of the gift bestowed on her for a willing audience. There is an
element to her music that does command the right environment for it to prosper.
Get this wrong and you will struggle; get it right and a blissful world opens
up. Thimblemill Library, an artistic gem on the Sandwell-Birmingham border,
created such an environment for Erin and the Meanwhiles to put on a very
individual performance and spin a web of serene music on an audience fixated for
the moment.
The best way to enjoy the new Danny and the Champs album is
to throw away the notebook, park the analysis and kick back with your hands
clasped behind your head. BRILLIANT LIGHT hits the shelves on June 30th
and immediately possesses a spring in its step to be the ‘soundtrack of the
summer’. In fact, this record has an added effect of taking you back in time to
when music had a more innocent appeal and concentrated airplay provided the
opening to the masses. Sadly, those times are a distant memory meaning records
like this have to scrap hard to be heard. Those who do cross its path though are
in for a real treat.
Danny and the Champions of the World has always been a band
where you just want to chuck labels, compartments and the proverbial ‘little
boxes’ away. The guys just make music that comes from instinct with the only
boundaries coming from finite tangible resources. Heart, soul and ideas are
infinite, thus joining the Champs bandwagon (or tour van) is a journey full
with laughs, energy and a desire to just make music that folks will feel
something for. The new album is perfectly in tune with how an outsider perceives
the ideals to be: carefree, crafted and packed with positive guile.
Now the first warning is that Danny has binned convention by
tossing away the archetypal mean number of tracks and decided to go with a
hefty number of 18 songs. However, don’t be put off
by the 80-minute running time as this album can be enjoyed in a multiple of
ways including just being a background to everyday tasks that can open up their
arms to a little musical accompaniment. In fact the tip is not to think too
deeply about this record, Danny has done the job for you and from the
perception of seeing him live many times over the past few years, more than
happy for you to just soak up the vibes.
For a little bit of background information, the album is
once again released on the regular home label of Loose Music, frequented by the
usual Champs many who have served Danny well since he made the decision to
channel his creative talents through this fluid collaboration. The lengthy
track list is full of live stompers that will surely become gig staples in
years to come and those penned from a more personal angle such as the pre-aired
‘Swift Street’. From a sound
perspective, the golden mix of guitars, keys, steel and horns blow away any
constraints of genre restrictions, while Danny’s vocals continue to coat each
song with a touch of personal soul.
One of the most liberating aspects of listening to BRILLIANT
LIGHT is steering clear of track dissection and just taking the music at face
value. This approach may not always be the best way of grasping a record or
artist, but in the case of Danny and the Champions of the World, it is
increasingly becoming the de facto way of maximising the appeal. The term ‘soundtrack
of the summer’ has a hazy nostalgic twist to it, stirring up the memory bank.
This album has succeeded in locating a key to the past. While other music over the summer will challenge me and invite scrutiny, there is a ‘go to’
record in the corner ready to provide instant relaxation and relief. Danny
Wilson is the architect of this record and it is an absolute gem.
From Toy Heart to Broken Heart, the music of Hannah Johnson
has always been rooted in the past and free of any compromise. However,
Hannah frequently rejects the populist retro revivalist path, preferring to
come across as an astute historian hell bent on being a contemporary custodian
of a timeless style. In a first major solo outing since taking an alternative
path to what formed her first decade of making commercial music, Hannah has
teamed up with a number of established players to conjure up a highly
infectious collection of tunes perfectly encapsulating the soul of traditional
country music. SHAKEN can take its name from a multitude of experiences of both
sides of the emotional divide, but in this instance it clearly houses eleven
cuts that fully succeed in carrying out the mission statement of an artist
driven by her own heart and instinct.
While local gigs are generally billed as Hannah Johnson & the Broken Hearts, a significant switch for the album release is to slim down the artist title. Hannah is though joined on the album by her resident Broken Hearts:
father Stewart on his distinctive pedal steel and Chris Shirley on electric
guitar and tic tac bass. To boost the authenticity of this album, Hannah headed
to Austin Texas from her home in Birmingham UK to record eleven songs at
Ameripolitan Studios to tap into the local talent; an apt location in these
interesting times for the fight to own the soul of real country music. With the
right ingredients, it comes to little surprise that the contents of this record
are spot on, making it a valuable release, especially when you’re seeking for
such exponents on the UK music scene.
It is of further little surprise when you delve deeper into
the record to identify that the tunes consist of three original songs and the
remainder interpretations of work from a bygone age. The word ‘cover’ doesn’t
seem appropriate in this context as the songs are carefully selected, not
driven by courting popular appeal and providing a perfect fit for how Hannah
wants to portray this current phase of her career.
While the names Willie Nelson, Patsy Cline and Roger Miller
hardly have a negative impact on a country record, the song selection avoids
the usual suspects and if anything, getting to grips with this record can turn
into a historical investigative exercise. Another successful aspect of this
album is the way the three originals blend into the older material thus giving
credence that Hannah can still excel in this field. (‘The Captain’ remains a
tremendous piece of song writing from the Toy Hearts days). ‘Nowhere Train’, ‘Morning Cocktail’ and ‘Your
Girlfriend Hates Me’ are strategically planted within the first four tracks
in the running order, with the first one initially coming across as the
strongest of the trio.
Elsewhere on the album, a version of Charley Patton’s ‘Trouble in Mind’ and a delightful rendition
of ‘West Texas Lullaby’ make
substantial cases for being high spots. Standards rarely dip
throughout the near forty-minute spin of this album, which gets its UK bow in
early July before Hannah heads to Austin to push it further including a launch night
at the famed Continental Club.
Alongside Hannah’s trademark husky vocals and the stellar
complete line up of pickers, players and harmonisers, credit must also be
guided towards the pedal steel playing of Birmingham’s own legend in this field:
Stewart Johnson. His upfront backing role on this instrument has always been a
delight to witness, especially when his two daughters took the Toy Hearts general
sound away from Bluegrass and into a heavily Bob Wills influenced Western Swing
direction. Of course, the music of the Texas music pioneer is celebrated on
this record with a version of ‘Sooner or
Later’.
SHAKEN is no record of ‘work-in-progress’ status, it is Hannah
Johnson doing what she does best and very well. It is ready made to jump onto
your turntable, slide into your CD player or find a prominent position on your
device (filed under ‘country’ of course).
Haunting, escapist and moving: although all you essentially
need to know is that GOOD MORNING SKY, the debut mini-album from Yorkshire-based
artist Katie Spencer, is very good. Sauntering along at a pedestrian pace
allows time for each heartbeat of this record to align with that of the
listener. The collection may only last twenty minutes and comprise of five
tracks, but the enticing feel from sampling the work of a young
singer-songwriter finding her own way in the music world sends out signals of a
promising future.
If you’re seeking an initial hook to display the music of
Katie, think a slice of indie alternative folk. An eerie almost spiritual sound
benefits from an acoustic backdrop interspersed with some cool electric. There
are implicit soundtrack elements to the tunes which you could quite easily
imagine adorning the moving images on some noir piece of celluloid. Apart from
a relaxed languid exterior, the five songs leave an imprint to suggest an artist
ahead of her curve, whilst displaying prodigious tendencies in the sphere of
her style.
Katie is making inroads in presenting her music as an
independent artist effectively and the atmospheric video for the track ‘Children (Don’t You Know)’ is as good
starting point as you are likely to get, while capturing the essence of her
music. The album’s opening track ‘It’s True’,
complete with the gorgeous tones from John Martyn’s acoustic guitar, also acts
as an imaginative introduction to her recorded material and perfectly sets the
scene for a wave of drooling music to gently roll in. ‘Magazines’ follows in a hazy cloud with the sultry vocals being
surrounded by some seriously good instrumental support. ‘Moths to the Light’ succeeds in taking the pace down even a further
notch without losing the momentum of effect. The final track ‘Can’t Resist the Road’ houses the album title
in one of its opening lines and seals the deal on what the record sets out to
offer.
As you would expect from such a release, there are raw elements
that can be built upon. While the vocals have a clear role in projecting an
evocative atmosphere, natural development will enhance their appeal to really
prise open a listener’s ear. Katie and her team of players have absolutely
honed in on a specific landscape style. Smart arrangements are prevalent and very
successful in creating the dark mood that gives the record a splendid mystique.
Perhaps there is room for improvement in seeking a stronger initial lyrical
impact suggesting a pull between the deep excavation of the words and a need to
make the music accessible. However, the major selling point of this debut
record is the wonderful exposition of mood generation and this has effortlessly
appeared with great success.
GOOD MORNING SKY is a tempting release waiting patiently in
the wings to pounce on an unsuspecting listener when given the chance. Katie
Spencer uses the breadth of her inner psyche to write and sing songs that evoke
feelings far away from the surface of disposable music. This mood-driven
mini-album is an effectual dip into the recording world and a highly promising
debut.
Nothing lasts forever is one of life’s more philosophical
observations and it doubles up as the title of the most pertinent track on this
album. THE OXYGEN GIRL is the debut solo release from Jeni Hankins who is
better known in music circles as one half of the former country folk duo
Jeni and Billy. When time was called on all facets of their relationship, an
abundance of songs was likely to follow. In a display of amicability, ‘Nothing Lasts Forever’ is actually a
co-write between Jeni and Billy; a lone symbol on an album which clearly signposts the direction where Jeni is taking her life and career.
This direction is east across the Atlantic from the US to
the UK and a strapline to this album could be a love letter to migration. All
the folk singer credentials are in place, but the general feel is more European
than Appalachian with the specific twang of her home state diluted among an
assortment of songs that span the continents in their theme, setting and
sentiment. The instrumentation used on the album does keep one foot on the
American side with fiddle, banjo and steel still making the dominant sound.
Knowing a little about the background, taking the twelve
tracks with a heavy dose of the lyric booklet and trying to understand the
inner subtleties of this record will all aid to the enjoyment. While there are
probably higher impact tracks from her previous material, the importance to
Jeni of this record should not be under estimated and it should be a signal
that this is a just an opening point to a new chapter in her career.
The album is a lyric laden body of work, packed with several
fascinating tales, stories and heart rendering personal musings. It can be
construed that there are a number of push and pull factors infiltrating the
songs. Those with an Anglo perspective begin with opening pair of ‘The Shipping News’ and ‘The British Invisible Mending Service’.
The first of these comes across as a navigation to love, while the other
presents a metaphorical broken heart in need of repairing to an age-old
tradition. The capital of Jeni’s new home also gets a mention in ‘Dance on the Stars’.
Two extrovert and explicit story songs make a grab for the
listener’s attention. ‘Palomino Girls’
deals with the hopes and thoughts of certain Las Vegas workers, often giving
them celestial trappings. ‘The Oxygen
Girl’ is an intriguing tale of life, relationships and encounters within a
circus community. Follow the lyrics carefully and the jigsaw will be complete.
Another interesting song is the listed album closer where
Jeni pens an open ode to her father in ‘Hey
Dad’. There are faint strains of slipping back into a stronger accent
during this track, intentionally or not. This just falls short of being the
album finale as a secret track lasting around twenty seconds emerges to provide
closure.
Being a previous advocate of the music of Jeni Hankins has
definitely had an impact on assessing the wealth of THE OXYGEN GIRL. Grasping
the message has made accessing this record a smoother process. However there is
ample content in the three facets of lyrics, soundtrack and vocals to attract
new fans. The strength of her music has often been in the soul of the storied
song and this aspect continues to flourish as Jeni completes this life changing
transformation. ‘Nothing lasts forever except a song’ echoes in the album’s
most poignant track and it is the gift of communicating via this medium, which continues
to make the Jeni Hankins an artist to believe in.
When history settles on the who’s who of early 21st
century Texas song writing the name of Slaid Cleaves will hold a prominent
position. While technically he will always be an honorary Texan due to his
North East formative years, the decades spent penning many songs in Austin, and
the ensuing album releases, have seen the stripes earnt. Just when you
thought it was getting a little quiet on the Slaid front, a new album titled GHOST
ON THE CAR RADIO has appeared revealing our song-writing protagonist in fine
form firing on his many lyrical cylinders.
His long time musical sidekick Scrappy Jud Newcomb is once
again heavily involved on production matters and it is of little greater
surprise to see the name of Slaid’s lifetime buddie Rod Picott appearing in the
writing credits. Now we are used to this pair exchanging co-writes on each
other’s albums and subsequently this has occurred with ‘Drunken Barber’s Hand’ hitting the recorded status for the second
time since appearing on Rod’s 2015 album FORTUNE. With the world getting a
crazier place over the last couple of years, the metaphorical sentiment of the
chorus line has never been more apt.
No doubt time will judge where this album resides in the
rankings of Slaid’s discography, but there are sufficient examples among the
track list of songs that have the potential to push some his classic cuts, of which I would
include ‘New Year’s Day’, ‘Hard to Believe’ and ‘Broke Down’ to be up there
with his all-time best. While perhaps those heights haven’t been scaled during
preliminary plays, ‘Little Guys’
and ‘The Old Guard’ immediately jump
out as ones to listen out for. The latter is a splendid nostalgic take on a
generational battle over the juke box in a quintessential small time bar with, as
you would guess, ‘cheating hearts crazy
arms, now it’s crying time’ coming out on top. The other pick sees Slaid once
again champion the underdog and provide further proof that this writer can get to grips
with putting the brakes on life’s rampant progress.
Reflecting back on Slaid’s work over the years, there has
always been a diarist/ chronicler/ commentator side to his writing often
defaulting to the literary literal. The work with Rod Picott has often veered
down a blue-collar route with two co-writes appearing on this record in ‘Primer Gray’ and ‘Take Home Pay’ reflecting a well-worn style. The last song in
particular has a ‘cutting’ line suggesting if funds are low you could always
visit the blood bank!
Perhaps the most interesting track on the album is the
closer where you are left to ponder who or what is being taken on a one-way
trip to the ‘Junkyard’. Once again,
this ‘sunset’ track originates from a Cleaves/Picott co-write and is hopefully
not to be taken as a career curtain. Slaid may have slowed down on the
recording front in recent years and now approaching his mid-fifties, but the
time is ripe for him to really focus on the generational struggles that he is
so good at documenting within his songs.
While the album has a general feel of classic Slaid Cleaves,
complete with the usual soft vocal style, A* master of the narrative status and
a solid production backing, there are moments when the material struggles to
more than scratch the surface. Evidence is being gathered of Slaid spending
some considerable time on the road supporting the album and this may be the
catalyst to lifting those tracks yet to fully blossom.
GHOST ON THE CAR RADIO gives long term Slaid Cleaves fans
plenty of material to get to grips with and possesses sufficient conduit appeal
for new admirers to ease into the sphere of classic material within his back
catalogue. The main thing is that a key Americana songwriter is back doing what
they do best and adding more credibility to how history will ultimately judge
them.
There was an air of duality in the Hare and Hounds this
evening as circumstances led to the pairing of Chastity Brown and Otis Gibbs
for a co-headline gig. A raft of common ground splits the obvious sound and
vision differences between each artist, headed by an instinctive trait to be
able to spin an artistic web around the audience. This is also joined by the
underpinning of a very personal take on folk music, albeit Americana style.
However to take the contrasts at their most literal, this
was Chastity’s first visit to a Birmingham venue, while Otis has made the city
a regular stopping off point over the last decade of touring this country.
Carrying on with the literal theme, Otis is one of the great story telling
artists famed for punctuating highly informative songs with regular personal tales,
which never lose their shine. On the other hand, Chastity is driven more from
the heart and instinct. This leads to incredibly deep songs such as ‘My Stone’. Despite a general
observational approach to music, Otis proves to be a no mean architect of the
moving piece either with ‘Something More’
never failing to stir an smidgeon of emotion with each rendition.
For the gig annals, Otis adopted the role of show opener and
spent an hour on stage sharing an intoxicating batch of original songs for an
audience that comprised of both hardened fans and new acquisitions taking a
punt on an act that you don’t see every night in the bars of Kings Heath. A
busy merch table during the intermission was a testimony to his draw with the
new record MOUNT RENRAW being an obvious pull. This album was first made
available to Birmingham folks when Otis played the neighbouring Kitchen Garden
last October and since that last visit songs like ‘Sputnik Monroe’ and ‘Great
American Roadside’ have bedded in alongside old favourites such as ‘Small Town Saturday Night’ and ‘Joe Hill’s Ashes’.
The last couple of months are proving to be a significant
period in Chastity’s development as an international artist. The brand new
album SILHOUETTE OF SIRENS has met with widespread critical acclaim and her
current run of UK shows has garnered favourable reviews. This was in fact the
second time that she has been caught live on the tour and it was interesting to
compare this final show with one in nearby Bewdley which was one of the the
opening dates just over a week ago. On the surface, Chastity’s time on stage
was a little longer, this occasion running to an hour and twenty minutes with
maybe more focus on the inter song chat which is no bad thing when you wish to
get further insight into an artist’s make up. There was definitely an increased
spring in her step, a burning desire to get across more to the audience and a
tendency to generally rock to a greater extent. The sets were fairly similar,
although to the Bob Dylan and Nina Simone covers that she did, you can add an
upbeat version of Van Morrison’s ‘Sweet
Thing’ parading as the perfect encore closer.
Similarly to the Bewdley show, Chastity’s guitar playing
accomplice Luke Enyeart was in identical riveting form, showering the right
amount of twang, slide and pumped up electric on fine songs such as ‘Wake Up’, ‘Drive Slow’ and ‘Carried
Away’. To end the tour on a high note lends leverage to a return in the not
too distant future and further reports of super shows up and down the country
fuels this further. Her fascinating mix of predominately folk ‘n’ soul, with
more than a hint of country blues creates a warm aura of heartfelt music,
intentionally or not, deigned to be an outlet for a primal flow of feelings,
emotion and a little pent up anger. An ideal cocktail of purposeful intent and
style.
There is no need to choose between the gruff working roots
style of Otis Gibbs and the soulful tendencies of Chastity Brown. Merit exists
on a parallel scale and both artists encompass the wide wonderful world of
Americana music. The fact that artists originally from Union City Tennessee and
Wanamaker Indiana are prepared to share the gifts of their craft in the
equally exotic surroundings of Kings Heath Birmingham is a treasure not to be
taken lightly. Enthusiastic support for both these artists in multiple forms is
critical in ensuring nights like this can continue on a recurring basis.
Perhaps one feature of today’s music model where control is
devolved by default to artist level is the
trend for a more experimental approach and a tendency to refrain from being
boxed into convention. Frequently artists fuse particular styles leading to an
increased use of the word ‘tinged’ when it comes to music description. While
the first sentence can be wholly applied to the new album from Canadian
singer-songwriter Sarah Jane Scouten, the fused approach is generally bypassed
in the assembling of twelve highly distinctive tracks which form WHEN THE BLOOM
FALLS FROM THE ROSE. The result is a collection of exceptionally infectious and
independent tunes spanning the genre sounds of country, folk, rockabilly, pop
and even a slice of old time rag.
Indeed Sarah Jane Scouten is a heaven sent dream for a
contemporary folk festival where audiences are more than open to a diverse
range of styles. This is further made viable by the high calibre of music that
she makes, whether through her own writing or an acute perception to select the
compositions of others. On this new record, there is a ten-two split between
original and cover material with the latter pair falling clearly into folk
music territory via their historical storytelling existence.
‘Britannia Mine’
is an impassioned minimalist song written by Paddy Graber, a person directly
involved in a bitter industrial dispute in the western Canadian province of
British Columbia, which inspired the composition. The other folk song moves slightly
east in its origin to Alberta with ‘Where
the Ghost River Flows’ being a haunting rural tale penned by Jasper Joe
Adams. Sarah Jane’s own dip into this genre style comes in the form of the
uplifting folk rock title track ‘When the
Bloom Falls From the Rose’, the melting vocals of ‘Rosehips for Scurvy’ and the curiously titled ‘Poland’. The latter focusses on the frequently used theme of love
with the title taken from the line ‘if you were the king of Poland I’d be the
consort of the damned’.
Having seen Sarah Jane live when she toured the UK in a low-key
capacity a couple of years ago, her extraordinary ability to impart a classic
country song can be 100% certified. This side of her multi-appeal shines
brightly on the record with the opening track ‘Acre of Shells’ being a prime candidate for the album’s golden
moment. Pedal steel, a waltz-like feel and imaginative writing create an
excellent love song, blossoming with the chorus line ‘how could I ever love
somebody else, in an acre of shells you’ll find just one pearl’. The superb ‘Every Song I Sing’ and the alluring
narrative piece ‘Paul’ are other key
components where Sarah Jane plays the country card with great skill.
The eclectic nature of this album is set to escalate further
when we get to the raucous rockabilly number ‘Bang Bang’. This track ratchets up the pace of the proceedings in the
number two slot on the running order with an enormous jolt of energy. This has
also been selected as one of the promotional songs, which while being a
sensible choice, is not necessarily representative of the general tone. Neither
is the old time feel to ‘Coup de Ville
Rag’, but like the other song in this paragraph, its isolationist nature
enhances the broad feel to the album and boosts its overall appeal. Just when
you feel this record could not get any further diverse within its pre-defined
boundaries, it takes you in a dreamy pop direction with ‘Man in Love’; another fine song that could be shortlisted for the
standout moment. The album closer is probably the toughest track to define, but
the serene sounding ‘Crack in Your Windshield’
is another example of Sarah Jane’s smart song writing and ensures the record
ends on a positive note in its attempt
to seal the deal with the listener.
WHEN THE BLOOM FALLS FROM THE ROSE is an album that will
plant a smile on the listener’s face. It successfully calls at many stopping
points without watering down its fascination.Sarah Jane Scouten’s take on music
presents a mine of informative song writing laced with an eclectic soundtrack
covering many folk, country and other bases. The result is an album
packed with potential to flourish intently and it will be a fabulous acquisition to those who cross its path.
The curiosity starts with the album cover, carries on with
the title and never really leaves the listener throughout the duration of the
journey Miranda Lee Richards takes you on. What EXISTENTIAL BEAST does do is
continue a rich vein of form which accelerated with the release of her previous
album ECHOES OF THE DREAMTIME around eighteen months ago. An ethereal feel
still underpins the sound, but the new record possesses greater nuances and
creates a lot more thought provoking moments for the listener to consider.
One advantage this album has is the ability to let its mood
swings do the thinking, thus meaning enjoying it in a semi-listening mode capacity
can be as fruitful as savouring every intricacy. There are aspects of this
record where rules are put to one side and frequently the sound bounces between
the acute alternative and the fairly conventional. Miranda slips into
electrified indie mode quite early in the album best exemplified by ‘The Wildwood’; a racing track full of
swirling guitars and a heavy drum beat. However just when you think that this
is likely to be the defining sound, the heart of the record adopts a very folky
feel, most prominently felt in the stripped back acoustic piece ‘Autumn Sun’, complete with beautiful
vocals and violin.
Probably the bravest move on the record is the decision to
close it with an eleven minute song, best described as the moment where Miranda
decided to pull all the previous musings together and summarise her feelings. ‘Another World’ takes the writing in a
more literal direction away from the extremely organic themes in the earlier
tracks – exposed in titles such as ‘Ashes
and Seeds’ and ‘Back to Source’. The
closing track is very lyric laden, quite mono in reception, but has a
captivating and intense appeal that keeps you hooked in, especially required
when you reach the 7th, 8th and 9th minute of
this epic acoustic piece.
The title track ‘Existential
Beast’ takes a pivotal position on the record, edging more into folk
territory and successful in creating pondering thoughts through lines such as ‘why
must light follow dark’- oh the escapist elements of music. If you’re looking
for a strapline for this album: exploring the primal instinct to survive makes
a strong case.
The album is awash with West Coast subtleties which reflect
Miranda’s San Francisco home and upbringing. Occasionally the sound drifts a
little into psychedelic waters and gets to its most experimental point in the
climax of ‘Golden Gate’ where ramped
up guitars and muffled vocals close out the song. In another style swing,
Miranda follows the folk core to her record with a return to an indie rock feel
especially prevalent in the opening bars of penultimate song ‘On the Outside of Heaven’.
EXISTENTIAL BEAST is an album full of simplistic
complexities and consistently retains a hint of curiosity that ensures you don’t
want to let it go. Give the music of Miranda Lee Richards a chance and the
guarantee is that you will at least find parts that will appeal. All the better
if the whole album intoxicates you and after grasping this release, odds are
shortening that many will fall into this category.
A little room needs to be made on the escalating ladder of
UK Americana as Hope in HIgh Water formally announce their arrival on the
burgeoning scene. Eliminate the country and rock elements of the genre, for
this is a classy display of folk and roots rinsed in real life soil. NEVER
SETTLE is the debut full length release by a duo consisting of Josh Chandler Morris
and Carly Slade, who under their evocative moniker have been steadily establishing
themselves primarily on the live circuit over the last couple of years.
Now, apart from an earlier EP, newly acquired fans can take
home a more substantial souvenir and while the gigs are likely to remain the
staple in the near future, promotion to fresh audiences is far more viable with
a tangible offering. The album is not out of place when likened to similar
sounding records on either side of the Atlantic, although it would be remiss to
infer that there is anything pseudo about Josh and Carly’s approach to making
music. Any connection with our colonial cousins stems from the stripped back
instrument input dominated by fiddle and banjo alongside a desire to dig deep
into the bosom of human emotion. On a literal platform, this music originates
from the modernist surroundings of Milton Keynes, yet a little delving into the
background would suggest that a static life has been far from reality.
One assertion that the press release is spot on with is the
likeness to Shovels and Rope. It took barely a minute into the opening track ‘Time Shall Pass’ for this to leap out and
one that paved the way for the remainder of the record to flicker high on the
enjoyment scale. Vocal utilisation plays another vital role in framing the success
of this record, probably from a solo angle rather than harmony. The contrasting
styles work well to keep the listener alert. There is a gruffness to Josh’s in
line with some of the road weary protagonists who make their music from the
ground up. Maybe not to the ultimate extent on the harsh scale, but there are
still remnants of Otis Gibbs especially in the track ‘Angels in Heaven’.
On the other hand there is a slender fragility to Carly’s
vocals which once again have the connotation of belying a steely heroine. She
sparkles on the promoted track ‘Four
Strange Walls’, but in my view she exceeds this in the mystique jazz number
‘She Cries’. The album almost becomes
an alternate affair in the vocal stakes as the final two tracks – ‘Heartaches on Hold’ and ‘When Sorrow Calls’- exchange lead
player.
You should now be getting the drift of the slightly solemn
themes from extracts of each song title. What else would you expect from this
genre? You can also choose to delve more into each of their backgrounds and
this will probably shore up the musical direction. On the other hand just
taking in the pleasing tones from a straight forward listen to their recorded
material will inform you of their impressive ability to make good music.
The sparse feel to the production is in line with the
intention to make real earthy music. A mid tempo approach to the pace allows
each song to develop with perhaps the two more prominent deviants being the
faster ‘Forgive Me’ and the toned
down ‘Late Nights’. Fine melodies and
purposeful song structures are definitely in place. Perhaps the wider availability of a lyric sheet would enhance the enjoyment of those who like to peruse that aspect of the music.
NEVER SETTLE is a commendable record to take the career of
Hope in High Water forward suggesting that there is much more in the can. It
comes across as a real interesting mix of idealism and reality; not a bad
formula to inject into your music.
A good test of a touring artist’s growing popularity could be
when the audience spontaneously joins in with the singing barely two songs into
the set. This scenario greeted Jonathan Byrd upon his return to the Kitchen
Garden and an enthralled Birmingham crowd latched onto to every facet of the stage
show starting from the aforementioned song ‘Chicken
Wire’. The multi-instrumentalist Johnny Waken once again joined Jonathan
for a UK tour and the pair continually sparked off each other all night as they
gave an individual interpretation of a genuine brand of country and folk music
emanating from North Carolina.
A key feature of the Jonathan Byrd style of music is his
literate and articulate approach. He has been a recording artist for a number
of years during which an increasing amount of albums have been stock piled. However,
there does appear to be a core of special songs which have featured in his UK
shows on what is now becoming a near annual visit. His association with British
audiences seemed to take off after a slot at the the 2012 Shrewsbury Folk
Festival and a number of songs remembered from that appearance are still
staples of his set almost five years on.
So songs such as ‘I
Was an Oak Tree’, ‘Wild Ponies’
and ‘Father’s Day’ still retain a
memorable streak each time you hear them especially when accompanied by the
usual stories. The latter of this trio took on an enhanced poignancy with the
British version literally only a few days away from this gig and Jonathan’s
description of his colourful late father never fails to raise a smile.
While it has been indicated that Jonathan has toured with
Johnny before, the last time I saw the Kitchen Garden show was two years ago
when he played his set solo, although he was touring at the time with fellow
American singer-songwriter Natalie Gelman. This time the presence of Johnny,
whether on mandolin, electric guitar or with great improvisation – a bog
standard saw, greatly upgraded the level of rounded entertainment. Alongside
his frequent comedic input, there were two prime moments when Johnny’s musical
prowess stole the show, namely the extended outro instrumental parts on ‘Starlight’ and ‘Working Offshore’. Mandolin and electric guitar were the respective
choices for these two outstanding segments which co-incidentally proved to be
the climax points of both sets.
Of course, this well attended gig packed with many
established Jonathan Byrd fans was not going to let the stars of the show ride
off into the sunset without a couple of extra songs and their enthusiasm for
more was instantly repaid. ‘Love is the
Law’ closed the evening with Jonathan in a conciliatory frame of mind, just
after Johnny bade farewell after joining him for the lively and instantly
gratifying ‘A Big Truck Brought It’.
Although we were treated to a couple of sets from the billed
attraction, the evening was further enhanced by an impressive opening slot from
a ‘new on the horizon’ folk ‘n’ roots trio named A Different Thread. The core
of the group, namely guitar playing singer-songwriter Robert Jackson and
cellist Isaac Collier, hail from nearby Lichfield and they have recently been
joined by Alicia Best on fiddle/vocals who co-incidentally also comes from
Jonathan’s home state of North Carolina. Together they played a tight set of
original compositions (‘Big Crane’)
and traditional arrangements (‘Long Black
Veil’/’Prickly Bush’) to such a high level that it would be of little
surprise to see them booked again especially to open for touring American acts
of a similar style.
Jonathan Byrd has an innate style for painting vivid
pictures and sharing engaging insight with his words and music. This lure
continues to serve him well as a touring artist, and whether you take the view
of him being a country or folk music performer, the twin appeal adds an element
of real life romanticism to what he stands for. This is pure and authentic
music from Chapel Hill North Carolina delivered by a strikingly convincing and
highly accomplished artist who is set to remain a firm favourite on these
shores for many years to come.
When 2014’s RAZOR WIRE trickled into bespoke listening environments
in the UK and Europe, little did we realise that this was the start of an
intense love affair between Hannah Aldridge and a growing legion of admirers
this side of the Atlantic. Subsequent tours encapsulating many shows and
festival slots have fuelled this growth
which is set to burn a lot fiercer with the release of the follow up
album. As indicated by Hannah at her shows last year, the new record would see
a shift to a rockier sound and GOLD RUSH absolutely does that, failing to
disguise any subtle change of direction.
Regardless of any intention to rely solely on a heavily plugged-in amplification,
the term rock is moderated by Hannah’s southern sensibility which will always inadvertedly
draw influences from a wide pool of styles. This is what makes her music special
and accessible, whether you approach it from an alternative, folk rock or
alt-country starting point.
The ten tracks which form GOLD RUSH are a neatly packaged
spread of songs that will feel equally at home given the full band big stage
treatment, or more likely on European shores, a stripped back yet no less
intense airing. Indeed a fair number of the tracks have already been heard in a
live setting as circumstances dictated that the route to market for this record
was never going to be an easy short term ride. Perhaps the desire to get this
material out is reflected in the gritty determined feel that accompanies track
after track.
Amidst the crashing guitars, lie a fascinating set of songs
uniting the deeply personal with the interestingly narrative, creating a rich
texture which resonates well with folks who take great delight with soaking up the
vibes from a strong album. Without any hesitation, the recommendation is take
this record with a major dose of the live show to enable you to understand
further the psyche of Hannah Aldridge – the impassioned artist.
Every dominant record needs to be able to call on premium
moments to carry it through a minefield of competition and critique. ‘Burning Down Birmingham’ plays that role
here right from the cutting lyrical admission of ‘I’ll take my heartache with a
little bit of ice’ to its overall desire for first degree revenge. Of course it
possesses an essential strong chorus, an exciting feature which threads across
many of the tracks.
Two initial numbers which back up this view include album
opener ‘Aftermath’ and ‘The Irony of Love’. The former gets the
record off to a cracking start with Hannah setting out her stall in the line ‘I
was born in a crossfire, I was born with my pants around my neck’. The rest of
the track will get your foot stomping , head rocking and heart pumping. However
by the time we reach the other track at #4 the mood and tone is tempered with a
more measured approach.
Those with a little background knowledge of Hannah will be
aware that she has written material pitched to the horror genre and this style
briefly interjects the record in the scary undertones to ‘Dark Hearted Woman’ and the haunting – almost broody – mood attached
to ‘Lace’. This is an enticing aspect
to Hannah’s work which can in some respects liken her to Lera Lynn but in a
more fiery capacity.
You always get the impression that any record credited to
Hannah Aldridge will be a no filtered or watered down version of her feelings.
However she doesn’t shy away from enlisting help, to the extent of crediting the
work of Jordan Dean in the opening track title and to Ryan Beaver later in the
record for featuring on ‘Living on Lonely’.
Further investigation into the making of this record revealed that Hannah
enlisted the help of her father, Walt Aldridge (the famed Muscle Shoals and
Nashville songwriter) to seal the production.
A wish one day would be for Hannah to present her music live
with full band accompaniment on foreign shores. In readiness for this
evolution, the indie-rock tinged ‘Shouldn’t
Hurt So Bad’ complete with seriously sound guitar segments, and the driving
beat laden heartland rock number ‘No
Heart Left Behind’ are ripe for elevation. As not to leave the inevitable
ballad out, ‘Gold Rush’ plays that
card here in the role of both album title track and closer. It is perhaps the
closest Hannah gets to letting her country DNA seep into the record. She will
make an absolutely storming record in this genre one day, but not in 2017.
‘I Know Too Much’
is the final song to warrant a mention,
possibly because it is a blended track which exudes the overall feel of the
album rather than dictating it. There is often a scenario where a track can
raise its awareness ten fold when exposed in a live setting. This may or may
not be the case with this song, but multiple listens still keep it on the
periphery rather than at the core.
Good things come to those who wait may be sauntering into cliché
territory, but GOLD RUSH repays the patience of existing fans in plentiful
portions. Its strength is a testimony to the way that Hannah Aldridge goes
about making music. No half measures, plenty of passion and a cutting edge that
frames the message so vividly. This record extends her talent, seals the initial
promise of 2014 and points the way forward for an artist who is a key architect
of Americana music across the boundaries of its horizon.
It should never be taken for granted, but it is refreshing
for these monthly Bewdley shows to be so well-attended. However the main
success is people listening to live music which isn’t soaked in populist expression,
yet delivered with such strength and skill to reward an open minded approach.
It also helps that the organisers are tuned into an artist network that
delivers an endless supply of performers so adept at making top quality organic
music. The latest artist to be humbled by the surroundings of St. George’s Hall
is American roots singer-songwriter Chastity Brown, who is basing her latest UK
visit around the release of the new album SILHOUETTE OF SIRENS.
A blended approach to making roots music has been a well
used description for Chastity, especially when introducing her to UK audiences
over the last couple of years. Essentially, she starts from a folk base and
then branches out to wherever her feelings lead, frequently in a soul and blues
direction. An earthy vocal characteristic coupled with harmonica and a mix of guitar
styles paint the sonic picture, while from a theme perspective the heart lends
heavily to the writing whether in introspective feeling mode or reaction to
outside events. Alongside multi-guitar playing accomplice Luke Enyeart,
Chastity cast a mesmeric spell across an attentive audience taking them to far
away places, and not just from a literal geogrpahic angle.
During the seventy minutes that she spent on stage, Chastity
split the time between shedding some light on what has guided her music and
sharing a large chunk of the new album. It was unsurprising for her to attach
the southern upbringing of residing in Tennessee as an enormous influence,
which was increasingly realised when she uprooted and started a new life in
Minnesota. The new album was instantly delved into from the outset with ‘Drive Slow’ adopting the dual role of
both opening the record and this show.
For the odd few in attendance who may have been acquainted
with the record, further insight was gained by learning that ‘Lies ‘was a political response to the
unforgiving effects of system failure. Also that ‘How Could I Forget’ and ‘Lost’
were not unexpectedly linked to inner feelings with the former conveying the
wise notion of living more in the present. The album’s standout track ‘Colorado’ shone like a beacon during the
show and although it was one of the few songs not to have a comment attached,
it is an exhilarating piece of music that blossoms without the need for any
extras.
From a personal view, it is always interesting to detect the
direction when a songwriter decides to add a cover to the show. The Minnesota
connection aside, a Bob Dylan song was an appropriate choice; one made more
interesting with a version of ‘I Was
Young When I Left Home’. To end the show, Chastity journeyed in another
covers direction when sharing her take on the Nina Simone song ‘Baltimore’. Both these songs enhanced
the evening and neatly complemented the bulk of original material that tends to
drive Chastity as a recording artist.
One more, this Music in the Hall presentation was complete
with a youth and local act to support the touring artist. Two’s Company are a
young duo starting off on a long road of playing live music. They showed a keen
ear to popular classics which while lending them material these days may
eventually lead to inspiring them creatively in the future. Another more experienced
local duo under the name of Tale Lights followed the youngsters and mixed some
interesting choice of covers with original songs. These were generated from an acoustic
pop platform and possessed sufficient merit to gain airplay from the arm of BBC
Music charged with promoting unsigned artists through an ‘introducing’ concept.
Apart from reporting the good health of these ongoing
monthly promotions at the year’s midway point, it warms the heart that people
in this vicinity are prepared to give relatively unknown acts a try, and back a
judgement that an artist is not going to travel 5000 miles without something to
offer. Chastity Brown does not disappoint on this score and will enhance your
musical appreciation whether you choose to listen to her records or better
still, make your way to one of her shows.