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.
On the eve of the ‘beast from the east’, it was a more a
case of ‘best from the west’ as The LYNNeS teamed up to bring a blast of
Canadian country-folk to the shores of the old country. You do not want to
mention the cold too loudly in the company of a couple of Ottawa residents, but
they did everything in their midst to warm the hearts of a Birmingham crowd
fine-tuned in seeking out distinguished music. Maybe the confab to generate
the name that would herald Lynne Hanson and Lynn Miles as a recording duo did
not last too long. However, on the evidence presented this evening, the legacy is
set to hang around for quite a while.
The two singer-songwriters are an amalgam of comparisons and
contrasts, yet so united when it all boils down to penning the dedicated song.
Before this collaboration formalised, song co-writes had accrued and it was a
natural step to wrap a bunch of them into a full record. HEARTBREAK SONG FOR
THE RADIO emerged as the accumulation of their efforts and it was a privilege to
listen to most of this album in the confines of the Kitchen Garden in pure
unfiltered attentive mode.
The pair complemented each other serenely on stage, with the
duality of analogue and digital being an apt suggestion from the artists
themselves. Lynne Hanson is the upfront mover of the duo, using all the skills
of her perceptive approach to overseas touring and innovative interaction in
getting her music to market. Indeed, Lynne has toured Europe on multiple occasions
in recent years and built a decent following since heard first as
Gretchen Peters’ opening act around a decade ago.
Hugely acclaimed, and viewed by many as legendary, Lynn
Miles has a pedigree to tip your hat to, with Junos, Grammys and a multitude of
successful album releases to her name. There was no mistaking the poise and
class on show this evening, fully exemplified in the charisma, vocals and
magnitude of the gift-wrapped song. Whether in vocal harmony, the creation of valuable
space or blending country twang from the Gretsch with quintessential acoustic
folk, the art of collaboration was out in full force.
The nuances, craft and spirit of the new album did not
require the audience to hold prior knowledge as the elegance of each song drifted
out with immediate ease. Starting with ‘Recipe
for Disaster’ and ripping through another seven tracks including the
impressive ‘Dark Waltz’, the riveting
‘Blame it on the Devil’ and the precisely
synchronized title number, the songs emanated an appeal of seemingly being
around for ages.
Of course, this was exactly the case for some of the solo
material Lynn Miles decided to share on the evening. The nineties were
revisited for a rendition of ‘You Don’t
Love me Anymore’ and the breadth of association and influential appeal was
laid out for all to hear in the gorgeous ‘Black
Flowers’. ‘More’ and ‘I Give Up’ completed the solo quartet,
to briefly sample what the fuss is all about.
Without any hint of competition, Lynne Hanson rose to the
occasion when sharing her songs. The whole style and demeanour was a touch
toned down than when she fires on all cylinders with the band, leaving songs
like ‘River of Sand’, ‘Broken with You’ and ‘Cecil Hotel’ to shed more light on the
intricacies of the writer. The choice of ‘Got
to Have Rain’ had serious precedence to be the closing track on the evening
and our two protagonists took the hard to resist route of unplugging and capturing
the true essence of the intimate gig.
Across the pair of sets, which ran the show time close to a
couple of hours, there was an unbroken string of outstanding songs filling the
venue with an air of mutual affirmation. In protracting the wares of The LYNNeS
with such a large degree of panache, Lynne Hanson and Lynn Miles have created a
mini entity that brims with high quality. Beauty can advance from different
angles and tonight it emerged starkly to seal an unblemished parade of live
music.
It is impossible to attend a Thimblemill Library gig and not
let the visual splendour of rows of books seep into your thoughts. When you
factor in an English Literature and Creative Writing graduate (or major depending
on your language perspective) into the equation, who co-incidentally happens to
write the most gorgeous of songs, the scene is perfectly set. Caroline Spence
may have been 4,000 miles from her Nashville home, and on an inaugural overseas
tour, but she settled into the surroundings without hesitation and went on to
deliver a sublime performance of songs soaked to the core with southern
sentiment. Any doubts that the promise of SPADES & ROSES would not live up
to its billing drifted away into a cold Midlands night, suitably insulated by
the warmth of the performance.
The album in question is Caroline’s second full length
release and bravely fought off a challenge from some upstart going by the name
of Jason Isbell to earn this coveted accolade in 2017. Another healthy Friday
night gathering in the library, were treated to eight songs off the record and
a near perfect introduction to those taking a gamble on an artist not heard
before. Using an assured poise and composure as a launching pad, Caroline
effortlessly sunk her sumptuous vocals into each song combining them with a
subtle acoustic guitar accompaniment.
Although she has acquired the multi-layered music skills of
acclaimed UK versatile guitarist CJ Hillman for this tour, a TV divert for him
meant she flew solo for this gig. This obviously proved no hindrance to a
travelling artist used to the constant lonely singer-songwriter life back in
the States, and for the audience it was a case of, what you haven’t seen, you
haven’t missed. Having seen CJ play live numerous times, the enhancement can be
vividly imagined though and the bulk of fans on the tour will experience this.
Caroline launched her single set in a similar vein to the
album by opening up with ‘Heart of
Somebody’. Like the vast majority of gigs seen, a small element of
adjustment is required from all parties to hit the perfect channel, but it
would be remiss to say that Caroline had not found hers by the time the set hit
the second song ‘Hotel Amarillo’. At
this point, we had entered the critical zone of informed singer-songwriter chat
and a relaxed persona helped recount tales of touring her vast homeland as the
stories got underway.
The song from SPADES & ROSES that came over the best
live for me was ‘All the Beds I’ve Made’,
introduced simply as a love song. Pushing it to the limit was the hugely
personal and emotively sung ‘Southern
Accident’, of which the first half of the title proved a common theme
throughout the show.
Fondly recalling her grandmother, and a Virginia home before
the calling of Nashville emerged has the place to chase your dreams, proved a
comforting place for Caroline to take her mind. Added southern lore was
expanded in explaining the background to the song ‘Bless Your Heart’, one of a handful of songs to be taken from her
first album SOMEHOW released in 2015. Of course, there were members of the
audience who have seen acts like Worry Dolls, Wild Ponies and Angaleena Presley
that were au fait with this phrase, but it still brought a smile to the
majority. ‘Trains Cry’ and ‘Whiskey Watered Down’ were the other
older material turned to and thankfully, Smethwick scored full marks in the
Parsons/Earle/Van Zandt mini quiz.
On the topic of Gram Parsons, one of only two covers dealt
on the evening was a version of ‘Hickory
Wind’, complete with a subtle twist to the opening by changing South
Carolina to south west Virginia in a spate of home state pride. This version
was prompted by a cover she was asked to perform on a recent radio session. Not
one to hide her thoughts on the current country mainstream, a dive into the
archives won the day. The other cover was also unsurprising, given Caroline’s
adoration for Bruce Springsteen. ‘Dancing
in the Dark’ closed the evening and the best thing you can say is that for a
brief three minutes, Caroline owned the version with her arrangement, before
hastily handing it back to the Boss.
Covers and old numbers aside, it was the songs from the
recent album that defined the show. Sadly, ‘Softball’
was left in the locker room for this set, but ‘Slow Dancer’, ‘I Can’t
Complain’ and ‘You Don’t Look So Good
(Cocaine)’ served this stellar release to the highest degree. There was a
little revelation to where the inspiration for ‘Wishing Well’ came from, but sometimes what happens on stage, stays
on stage.
Caroline is not the first from her Nashville song writing community
to cross the pond. Indeed, the stage she inhabited this evening has hosted Wild
Ponies and Erin Rae in recent times. She was however most welcome and the
invite to return extended warmly.
A familiar face on the Midlands acoustic circuit in Dan
Hartland opened the show. He has been using a short run of local dates to
launch a brand new album. A slightly increased allotted time this evening
allowed Dan to show more of his fine song writing skills, delivered by strong
vocals and demeanour to warm to. No local scene is complete without its core
performers, who avidly provide sterling support to, often, overseas guests just
passing through town.
We are now approaching the twelve-month anniversary to when
SPADES & ROSES first flickered on my horizon before taking hold. In one
aspect, this gig closed the book and thoughts turned to what next from a
singer-songwriter with a sure fire capacity to evolve creatively. In another, it
was a pleasure to see such a positive reception from an increasing number of
admirers. Bigger, more successful and wider known performers than Caroline
Spence will cross my path on this musical journey, but few, if any, will hit
that zone in how they write and perform the heartfelt song. Thimblemill Library
experienced that on this February evening.
Music sans frontiers. No apology for the cross language
fertilisation as this is symbolic to the way borders and barriers erode in the
music of Gem Andrews. Perhaps it is indicative to an artist calling Liverpool,
Newcastle, Vancouver and Berlin periodically their home that wide influences
are soaked up. Throw into the mix echoes of folk and country alongside a
tentative alternative streak, and you delve deeper into the eclectic nature of
NORTH, which makes you take note of Gem Andrews as a recording artist.
Throughout the half hour of its tenure, not an inch of the canvas remains untouched
thus creating a record rich in accomplishment.
NORTH is the third album from Berlin-based Gem and the
follow up to the well-received VANCOUVER that surfaced to acclaim in 2016. You should
start to get the drift that both titles saunter into geographical territory,
with some imagination required to linking in her debut album SCATTER. Relevant
or not, surroundings have probably played a major part in forming the theme of
her music. Words and associations aside, and a re-enforced focus on the new
release, each song makes an incisive cut on the record ensuring the listener’s
attention is caught, retained and thoroughly nourished. An articulate approach
to the song writing will resonate with lyric junkies, while a rounded
production makes optimum use of the instruments at the band’s disposal. A mass
of catchy chorus features does the album no harm as well as Gem’s alluring
folk-infused vocal style.
Further folk features embed in tracks such as ‘Bare’ and ‘Feather and Skin’, where respectively fiddle and piano take hold to
give the sound an earthy feel. A heavy dose of twang lifts the album into a
country sphere in the upbeat number ‘Medicate’,
while a waltz-like tempo to ‘Letter’
and ‘Sing Your Song’ also take the
sound in a westward direction. The latter two pieces prime the listener in the
opening slots, with the redemptive theme of the first one showing the strength
of the song writing.
The writing resonates strongest in the rhetoric displayed in
‘Lungs’, a political piece not shying
away from linking events of 1985 with today, sung with the fervour of somebody
not afraid of wearing her heart in a digital footprint. Gem’s outlook has
likely evolved, and taken further root, as she moved within progressive
communities, where art often plays an important role in giving vital causes a
voice. One selfish view is that we do not see enough of her on the UK’s
singer-songwriter circuit, but good albums offer periodic compensation.
NORTH is not the sole domain of Gem’s song writing as she
strays into the work of others on three occasions, although these do not
undermine her own compositions. A cover of Kate McGarringle’s ‘Come a Long Way’ probably seals a
contemporary folk feel as the defining trait and harks back to the time she
spent in Canada. The other two covers feature the work of the late poet Julia
Darling among the writing credits, an artist synonymous with the North East. Sonically,
‘Two Lighthouses’ takes the sound in a
more roots direction, while ‘Straight
Lines’ backs up the country credentials.
If you are seeking a
simple acoustic number, then ‘Carole’
will oblige as we revert to songs penned solely by Gem, before the near omnipresent fiddle closes out. ‘Two by Two’ gets the eleventh and final track mention, probably
implying that it still has some work to do to create similar waves to the
stronger numbers. Wherein, resides the notion that this album is not one that
you will totally grasp in the first few listens. Musically, it does the job
early on, but there is so much more to discover when time is granted.
NORTH gives Gem Andrews the ideal tool to plant deep roots
into the spirited singer-songwriter network and provide a valuable voice to just
causes. Where it takes her is likely down to fate, but an increased band of
followers are sure to be not far away.
Caleb Caudle may have been dealt a handful of aces, but he
has chosen an opportune moment to play them in the shape of a fabulous new
album. CRUSHED COINS scores high on a number of fronts, even to the extent of
the ironed out imperfections suggesting not all great albums need an edge of
vulnerability. What this North Carolinian singer-songwriter has done is take
the basic sound ingredients of steel, keys and strings before adding in an
articulate lyrical element to tear away the layers of primal emotion. A
sophisticated mellowness wraps each one of the eleven tracks and delivers them
to the listener with an extra coating of enticing melodies. This is song
writing of the highest degree, blessed with an acute offering of leading the
listener into the thought process without truly planting explicit ideas. This
is best exemplified in the title track right at the core of the record with ‘Crushed Coins’ leaving its message open
to interpretation, although within the recurring line of ‘there’s no laughter
in this house’.
Every great album needs a track to reflect its level of
accomplishment and Caudle achieves that early in the proceedings with the sublime
‘NYC in the Rain’. Dressed in the
robes of delightful pedal steel, this song explodes with the most gorgeous of
chorus melodies as the message of not finding the Big Apple the most agreeable
place to live in pours out. In an alternate bygone age where confined media
could spawn monster worldwide hits, this would compete hard. However, back to
the reality of the present and it will still battle valiantly to find its niche
in this fragmented media age. Most importantly, it will be trumpeted here for
the near future.
CRUSHED COINS does defy one normal rule of a blueprint great
album often applied here in the strategic placing of a dominant opening track.
‘Lost Without You’ acts more as a
scene setter in terms of its moderate tempo and introductory tendencies
signalling that the content is likely to get deep. What did impress, and will
further excite song writing structure junkies, is the way the circle is
completed with the title of the opener doubling up as the final line of the
closer. ‘Until It’s Over’ heralds a
finishing point bordering the fine line between premature and optimum, while in
low key acoustic mode to suggest that Caudle is content that the job is done.
In between the moderate book-ended tracks, are a wealth of
song writing peaks, all pushing the aforementioned soaring standout song. ‘Six Feet From The Flowers’ leads the way in all its tear jerking glory
starting with the poignant opening ‘They said it would get easier/They don’t
know a thing.’ Throughout the record, the writing toys with the idea of loss
and the importance of holding on, eventually leading to a climax of what life
is really like when dusk fades.
If you seek the record at its most positive then ‘Love That’s Wild’ will oblige. Some
wonderful pedal steel forms the intro and a late solo, while lyrically the song
gets to grips with exclaiming ‘what’s important’ from the rooftops. The message
gets a touch unclear in ‘Headlights’,
but thought provoking moments can be endearing features of albums that resonate
with an intuitive listener. Either way, evocative steel rules the sound
spectrum, and like so much of the album, the ease of an outstanding chorus
smooths the path.
This album does not really court any genre loyalty. Country
traits are prevalent to the extent that ‘The
Way You Oughta Be Seen’ can be imagined as a sentimental piece with a 70s
throwback sound. Americana will make a claim based on the sophisticated
approach and more than the occasional nod to elements of roots tradition,
although this is far from the definitive angle. Any country links can be
countered by a very metropolitan feel; probably more at home in the coffee shop
culture than a dingy bar. Sadly, the word ‘elite’ has been commandeered by the
populist antagonists as a derogatory term, but when it returns to its rightful
place as a true podium of excellence then applying the tag to this release will
not be hesitated.
Back to the tracks,
and the somewhat different feel to ‘Empty
Arms’ with its scratchy guitar opening and more conventional use of
electric in a later solo phase. ‘Madelyn’
appears in the latter stages of the running order and takes the sound in a more
roots direction with the injection of fiddle. Like so many of the songs, the
lyrics are a major source of enjoyable scouring, thus revealing many clever nuances.
The writing arrives at its most figurative in ‘Stack of Tomorrows’ to re-affirm the desired trait of
interpretation being invited rather than explicitly planted.
Ultimately, CRUSHED COINS cracks the code of perpetual loss
in a mist of words standing out as a beacon, while the music nestles like a comfort blanket on a bed of keys, strings and steel. Caleb Caudle cashes in
with a majestic display of the rawest song writing and the smoothest of sounds.
Therapeutic, accessible and an air of clarity make it a record that will seize
on any opportunity presented to snare the listener. Indeed, all this record
requires is a single chance to impress and it will duly deliver.
The concept of duality switched from the art world to its
distant creative cousin of folk and acoustic music as the Big Comfy Bookshop set
about curating the latest Friday evening presentation. The city of Coventry
provided a centrally located platform for two artists to share their
contrasting perspectives, while colluding in the ultimate union of excellence. Heading
south from Humberside was evocative singer-songwriter Katie Spencer,
symbolising Hull’s second gift to Coventry in the last couple of months in addition
to passing the City of Culture baton. Meeting Katie on neutral ground was
London-based folk artist Kirsty Merryn expressing a versatile approach to the
medium of traditional English music.
Both artists are active movers on the upward trajectory of
the career curve and ably represented by well-received CD releases last year,
successful in reaching out to new listeners. They mirror the vibrancy of an
independent scene that seeks ways to be forever innovative, and possess an acute
talent to maintain a steep ascendancy. Their hour-long sets this evening
created many post-gig talking points, with perhaps a spread to unite fans
drifting into the scene from different angles, influences and preferences.
Kirsty utilises piano as her instrument of choice and fires
up a set of pristine vocal chords to spearhead a raft of traditionally leaning
songs. There are archetypal facets to her stage presentation and a high degree
of self-assurance to project a performer at ease with the direction of her
music. This confidence extended to delivering the opening and closing songs of
the set in unaccompanied mode. ‘Bring Up
the Bodies’ and ‘The Birds are Drunk’
are both found on the SHE & I album; a record rich in original song writing
as Kirsty set about telling the stories of historical female heroines. Like all
good singer-songwriter nights, the informative segments painted an extended
picture of the songs.
While Katie also bared her own thoughts, influences and
drivers, she plies an alternative route to song delivery, showing deft skills
on the acoustic guitar and a vocal style blending into the mood of her songs.
Katie revealed more about her roots in songs such as ‘East Coast Railroad’; random observant musings in ‘Too High Alone’ and legendary musicians
who have struck a chord in covers of John Martyn’s ‘Hurt in Your Heart’ and Jackson C. Frank’s ‘Blues Run the Game’. The word ‘folk’ is far too constraining to
define her music and a broad appeal crossing many virtual boundaries exists,
albeit with a slightly left field alternative streak.
Katie only treated folks to a single tune off her GOOD
MORNING SKY EP, although it was a good one in ‘Can’t Resist the Road’. The wealth of original unrecorded material
played suggests a full length and highly recommended release can't be too far
into the future. In contrast, Kirsty was more forthright in sharing her
recorded material with ‘The Fair
Tea-Maker of Edgware Row’ (referring to the infamous Lady Emma Hamilton) and ‘Forfarshire’ (commemorating the heroic Grace Darling)’
joining further tracks in ‘Queen of the
Mist’ and ‘An Evening at Home in
Spiritual Séance’ (featuring the archangel Gabriel) from the album. Older songs from a previous
record were played in the guise of ‘Winter
in Ontario’ and ‘Constantine’,
alongside an unrecorded number titled ‘The
Wake’, which can be accessed via an online video.
There was an obvious positioning difference between the two
artists in terms of stature. Kirsty’s extended experience led to a fair amount of
reflection, especially sharing anecdotes from her recent cathedral tour opening
for Show of Hands. With this in mind, the future was barely touched , although
a new song was introduced in ‘The Deep
Wild Torrent’ and dipping into traditional song via a version of ‘The Outlandish Knight’ may suggest an
exploratory move in this direction for upcoming projects. However, the future
must surely be on the original front with so much song writing talent at her
disposal. For Katie, the set was really all about the future; indeed a very
bright one for someone just turned twenty-one. From recollection, songs such as
‘Hello Sun’, 'Drinking the Same Water', ‘You Came Like a Hurricane’ and ‘Spencer
the Rover’ resonated from first listen and could be the cornerstones of a forthcoming
release.
There may have been those in attendance with different
preferences along the lengthy folk and acoustic spectrum, but the option to
savour the delights of both Kirsty Merryn and Katie Spencer was likely to be
the most popular choice this evening. Nestling among the explicit contrasts was
an implicit synergy that ultimately united dedicated followers of independent roots
music. Directions may branch out, but memories of the roots entwining during
one evening at the Big Comfy Bookshop are planted firmly.
Unsure about the origin or even the mythical existence of
the coined phrase ‘old punks turn country’, but it’s a good one and starts the
engine when referring to duo Hope in High Water. Not too sure whether ‘old’ is
the apt word to describe Josh Chandler Morris and Carly Slade, yet the sound they’ve
morphed into ploughs a traditional furrow. One certainty is that the past in
some form or another has strongly influenced their music, whether in redemptive
song writing or framing a vocal style. Perhaps country is a too narrow window
to open onto their music, although a fair proportion of the new material shared
this evening had a sad song twang about it. Folk and blues also play a
significant part as the wider roots world is captured in a subtle mix of
sincere originals and incisive covers.
A return to Birmingham’s Kitchen Garden was one of the last
stops on an inaugural headline tour for this Milton Keynes based couple. They
had previously supported Worry Dolls and a songwriter’s session at the venue. However,
they were the main songwriters on show this evening and revelled in the
opportunity to expand their set to over double the usual forty-five minutes. Bridged
only by the obligatory mid performance break, the songs fell into three
distinct camps: material off the NEVER SETTLE album, new unrecorded pieces and
a celebration of some of the finest work that has had a profound impact upon
them.
Hope and High Water present themselves as the classic duo. A
combination of shared duties in the vocal and song writing stakes, while a clear
instrumental demarcation. The guitar playing of Josh and Carly’s banjo (occasionally joined by u-bass) came
over as simple but effective, while providing the most satisfying of backdrops
to some infectious melodies and thought provoking lyrics. There is a distinct
contrast to their vocals, with a slightly bruised harshness to Josh’s, probably subject
to the battering taken in the past. This refinement is perfectly tuned for the
gruff Americana song and soaks up the intent. Carly has a far more expressive
versatile style. These differences lead to a required adjustment when heading
into close harmony territory and they increasingly blended really well as the
evening proceeded. Frequently, solo vocal pieces took over, with a no finer
example in the first half of the gig than Carly’s rendition of ‘She Cries’ from their album.
NEVER SETTLE came out the middle of last year to positive
reviews and tonight’s set featured inclusions such as ‘When Sorrow Calls’, ‘Who’s
Gonna Hold Your Hold’ and ‘Time Shall
Pass’. Like on the record, the latter opened proceedings and re-enforced comparisons
drawn to Shovels and Rope. The new material sounded superb, a little more on
the shadier country side, and should eventually surface once the usual
obstacles of an independent release are overcome.
Covers songs were inevitable to fill this expanded time, but
when you turn to the work of Justin Townes Earle, a winner is going to emerge.
They supported Justin on a Bristol date last year and their version of ‘Ain’t Waitin’ was probably the pick of
the bunch, marginally pipping Carly’s take on the song ‘Just a Closer Walk’ inspired by the Avett Brothers’ version. Josh’s
early schooling (pre-punk) in the blues was featured in the Elmore James song ‘Anna Lee’, while most in the room were suitably
acquainted with Leadbelly’s ‘In the Pines’.
A strong feature of Hope in High Water is the substantial
depth to their musical approach. Emotive personal experiences play a large
part, and a high degree of therapy is reaped. Back-story narrative is candidly
displayed, but they are not too aloof to suggest that each and every one of us
has an important one as well. They are clearly embedded in the soul of music
and whatever inspired this calling is proving a wise path to follow. Most
important they make music that greatly resonates with an expanding fan base,
many of whom are deeply into the roots that form their sound.
Josh Chandler Morris and
Carly Slade have a valuable entity in Hope in High Water and a well of creative
endeavour to fuel a meaningful journey long into the future. The Kitchen Garden headline show of 2018 may well become a major staging post on this journey.
Sam Baker is an extraordinary artist, funnelling his art
down down the most acute of channels. In response to a unique style, a degree
of adjustment is desirable to tune into its wavelength. While occasional
crackles still flicker from time to time, those with the dial in the right
place have a pure hypnotic experience delivered. An air of duality creates from
the mellow relaxing rhythmic tones of electric guitar coupled with incisive
percussion, whilst being aligned to a mental alertness required to fathom the
lyrical content. All this cast under the spell of a slightly impish persona
using the hidden crevices of dark Americana to spill out a poetic soul. It is
not uncommon for a Texan troubadour to sprinkle a golden drop of song writing dust
on the intimate confines of the Kitchen Garden and few in this sold out
audience would deny Sam Baker being the latest artist to accomplish this feet.
For this latest UK tour, Mike Meadows joined on assorted percussion
to make it a duo presentation. The musical upgrade on a previously seen solo
show was a stark improvement. The opportunity to spar with somebody other than
members of the audience was too good to miss for Sam, who appeared to sink more
into a Southern caricature as the show meandered through its 90+ minute single
set. Shades of Truman Capote came across as the audience was regular toyed with
and this is only just the start of the literature analogies. Mixing articulate
content with a poetic beat adorns song after song, heavily featuring numbers
that formed the latest album LAND OF DOUBT.
The most poignant moment of any Sam Baker show is always likely
to be the moment when he gently strums along to the story of the 1986 Peruvian
terror incident. Blessings are counted, perhaps to the extent that reconstruction
led to a creative release. One that never ceases to find new outlets such as
adding the canvas to the notebook and the re-adjusted guitar playing. By the
time this moment arrives, the enthralled audience are besotted by each beat and
word leading to a grateful finale sealed with the signature sign off ‘Go in Peace’.
Memorable moments ensued this evening through songs such as ‘Moses in the Reeds’, ‘Sweet Kind of Blue’, ‘Ditch’ and ‘Isn’t That Great’. Maybe the ultimate memorable moment though was
the inner smugness of meeting the mesmeric waves head on and understanding
every sinew of what is transmitted from this idiosyncratic performer. Even when
the virtual set list strayed into the territory of Jon Stewart and Paul Simon,
forgiveness that they effectively elbowed out a Sam Baker composition was offered.
Maybe Sam Baker is ripened more for the Americana aficionado
bred on Kerouac, Tom Russell and the dark underbelly of a continent than
bashing out a few chords on the banjo. A certain mindset, unafraid from working
the cogs, is a useful ally to ensure the riches are suitably mined. An air of
artistic charisma soaks deep into the music of Sam Baker and the live version
so effortlessly presented in Birmingham this evening etched another notch on
the legendary post of a Texan troubadour sparked by the wisdom of the
deeply excavated song.
The term ‘super group’ is often tossed around like discarded
confetti, but occasionally a trio of gold leaves settle on the ground. Sara
Watkins, Aoife O’Donovan and Sarah Jarosz are three of the most faultless
artists making music on the folk ‘n’ roots Americana scene. Their impromptu collaboration
at the Telluride Festival in 2014 gave birth to a ‘super group’ with intent and
time was taken out from busy individual schedules to play a series of shows
under the banner I’m With Her. From personal experience, these shows were an extraordinary
demonstration of gifted musicianship, both in terms of instrumental competency
and vocal bliss. With this sure fire successful aspect in the bag, the next
stage was to commit something to record and spread the word further afield.
Nearly four years after that initial jam, SEE YOU AROUND has seen the light of
day and verdict can be passed on whether the term ‘super group’ is justified.
Of course, such terms are pure hyperbole and the efforts
committed to this record do suggest how difficult it is to replicate solo
success in a shared environment. Ultimately, many listens to this album has
thrown up the conundrum of who owns a record and the very nature of
collaboration versus independence. What struck me is how similar their voices
are, great for harmonies, but a touch confusing when splitting the hairs should
that be a desired activity. If anything, all three artists have retracted to
the pure roots of their sound, in contrast to the last album from Sara Watkins
where she impressively branched out in experimental mode. As predicted, the
twelve songs skate along like intrinsic fine art in its purest form. Each
artist appears to major on their selected instruments and the production
ensures a spatial pallet for mandolin, fiddle, banjo and piano to spar with the
vocals is created.
While the natural synergy is evident, the search for a hook
takes a little longer to grasp. Eventually, track #9 in ‘Overland’ comes to the mantle and uses its Americana overtures to attach
itself to the coat hangers in your mind. Other notable insertions into the
album involve a mid-placed instrumental titled ‘Waitsfield’, given a very live feel to the recording, and the
previously unreleased Gillian Welch song ‘Hundred
Miles’, given a vocally unaccompanied start before emerging as a credible
album closer.
There is a neat piece of acknowledgment in choosing a
Gillian Welch song, as she was an important pioneer in making old time music
cool at the turn of the millennium. Sara, Sarah and Aoife have definitely
feasted on this in their several different formats, of which I’m With Her is
likely to be a mere staging post in three very long and prosperous careers.
Opening tracks ‘See
You Around’ and ‘Game to Lose’
have been siphoned off as promotional pieces, but I keep being drawn to songs
at the back end of the album (apologies for being in CD mode, vinyl lovers)
such as those already mentioned and others like ‘Ryland (Under the Apple Tree)’ and ‘Crescent City’.
The appeal to this album is its simplistic nature and the
way three seamless talents have been blended. Its accomplished status is
secured and it will be lauded by passionate advocates of the roots scene.
Whether it breaks through a glass case into the wider world is open to debate,
although it is pertinent to state that neither Sara Watkins, Aoife O’Donovan
nor Sarah Jarosz have exposed any evidence to date of electing to compromise.
Long may this remain, and let the mainstream come to them rather court
popularity.
Let us park any ‘super group’ analogy on one side for the
summary, but not before a final thought of it possibly emerging as a ‘Trio for the 2010s’. SEE YOU AROUND
will make a mark upon its release and if you want to compare the record with
the stage show then plenty of opportunities to see them live are emerging. Sara
Watkins, Aoife O’Donovan and Sarah Jarosz will be around for a very long time
making fine music, but 2018 for them will be defined by I’m With Her.
‘Truth and Scars’ would be the ideal name for a future Rod
Picott album. However, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but the sentiment of
these two words threads right through his new record. OUT PAST THE WIRES is the
equally astute title for this release, which surfaces in a double unit format
to house the twenty-two tracks that made the cut from an enormous choice of
songs at his disposal. Prolific is probably an understatement for an artist so
immersed in the song writing game. Of course, such an extensive content makes
demands on the listener and there are certain tricks to getting the best out of
a Rod Picott record.
Essentially, this is to grasp the lyrical offering, which
slants towards a perceptive view on life far away from the victors in society.
Frequently, this focusses on the post-industrial landscape that doubles up as a
take on the human side of urban blight and rural abandonment. Indeed, the album
title, which appears early in the opening track of disc 1, suggests a zone
where life is a struggle and the perpetual characters that infiltrate the
narration are naturally ‘the afflicted’. Thus you can describes Picott’s
writing as political with a small ‘p’, although the solutions are often thrown in
as crumbs of self-fulfilling comfort and inner hope.
Musically, the album is characterised by an earthy gruffness
that has long been a much-loved trait of Rod Picott’s vocals. Under the
stewardship of Neilson Hubbard at the production helm and a team of players
including Will Kimbrough on guitar, the sound spans the tempo spectrum
including a fair few standard roots rockers thrown into the mix alongside the
usual downbeat numbers. Both formats add to the appeal of the record.
Unlike some double albums, there does not seem a natural
split to the themes of each disc. To get the most out of it, a fair amount of
stamina is required, though riches do eventually reward the endeavour. In tune
with a touch of precedence, there is the usual song exchange with his long-term
song-writing friend Slaid Cleaves. Fans of both artists will be familiar with
this process and four of the six co-writes to feature are from this
combination. ‘Take Home Pay’ and ‘Primer Gray’ were both included on the
last Slaid Cleaves album and it is of little surprise that their inclusion here
sees them among the pick of the tracks.
Primarily, Rod Picott ploughs a solitary route, and it has
been a long time since any of his tours have been anything but. Shades of
dourness are an essential ingredient into his music that at a stretch does
contain an optimistic streak within the extensive bouts of pessimism. ‘We All Live On’ and ‘Little Things’ do ensure disc 2 ends on
a positive note, especially on the back of probably the album’s most depressing
track ‘Bottom of the Well’. Beginning
with the line ‘he’s gonna drink himself to death now’, the tone of the latter
is suitably set.
Joining the two aforementioned, Slaid Cleaves co-writes, as
the high spots of disc 1 are the realistic rocker ‘A Better Man’ and the cynically stricken ‘Coal’, which is a rare dip into blame territory. Picott’s writing
is fully in tune with the symbolic pockets of western society that have proved
fertile ground for certain political exploitation. There is scope for development
from the implied coping strategies into firmer solutions, but who can predict
the future direction of a songwriter’s mind.
The pick of disc 2 includes the excellently written ‘Diamonds in the Dirt’ with its count
your blessings sentiment and the upbeat, yet still plight ridden with a hint of
hope, ‘Store Bought’. ‘Straight Job’ is a decent piece of
narrative based story telling of springing into action. While Rod Picott will
always remain his own man, the temptation to hail ‘Hard Luck Baby’ as a true heartland rocker in the vein of
Springsteen and Mellencamp is too good to miss.
OUT PAST THE WIRES is a compelling album and not really one
to dip into on a casual basis. This is symptomatic as to why Rod Picott will
always be on the outer periphery of the mainstream. However, artist and fan
base are always likely to be content with this scenario, and, on the evidence
of material left on the cutting room floor, an eventual album count well into
double figures will surely follow. It may take a certain mind-set to believe in
the music of Rod Picott and the intent of his post-industrial message. Possessing
it is the ultimate key to getting the most out of this extensive release.
There is hardly a truer representation of the coined phrase ‘show
‘em don’t tell ‘em’ than when it comes down to the country credentials of Jaime
Wyatt. Those of us won over by the release of her mini album last year have had
only a brief wait to catch the live format and she looked every inch the ‘walking/talking’
country song. There are no blurred lines when Jaime clambers to spill out her
calling and act out a narrative, which is candidly real. Flanked by a band
assembled to step up to the challenge, the mission to turn Tingewick Village
Hall into a honky tonk heaven was not going to falter due to a lack of stage
fervour. Ceremoniously pitched with fellow American artist Beth Bombara for
this inaugural UK tour, the contrasting pair effectively turned the show into a
twin bill, and whether folks were taking a punt or in the know, any remnants of
disappointment long evaporated into a dreary and cold Buckinghamshire night.
Rationalisation was a viable key to this tour in terms of
musicianship as our headline names were joined by four sharing musicians
representing cross Atlantic communities. English guitarists, Joe Coombs (lead)
and Mark Lewis (bass) were the core of Jaime’s travelling band, while
multi-picker Samuel Gregg from Nashville Tennessee travelled with Beth to dish
out some bottleneck and slide amongst other distinguished playing. Kit Hamon on
percussion, like Beth a fellow Missourian, was the hardest working musician all
night, never leaving his valuable place in the driving seat. Towards the end of
this splendidly comprehensive show, all six shared the spotlight to frolic in
the camaraderie of touring.
There are a number of distinct differences between Jaime and
Beth, albeit both on the spectrum of classic American music. While Jaime’s
staunch country stance is unmistakable, Beth prefers to slip into a pivotal
Americana position of drawing upon influences of rock, folk and country. Her
latest album MAP & NO DIRECTION was definitely in the former class, while some
of her earlier material (sampled for the first time this evening) had more than
one foot in the latter. After a start where all parties are feeling for the
right channel, the set sparked into life with the familiar tones of ‘I Tried (Too Late)’ from the recent
album. There was a distinct change to the vibes when Kit switched to bass for ‘Thunder and Rain’ making it a
three-pronged electric attack with Beth and Samuel. This country leaning song and
an informed protest number titled ‘Promised
Land’ that closed the set were both from a 2015 album. This demonstrated the
depth to a back catalogue. This also showed the value of touring to supplement an
individual album release from afar, which sometimes can get lost in the malaise
of apparent infinite competition. Additionally, Beth provided some opportune moments to share
her own guitar talent to add fuel to the notion that there is a lot more to
come from this artist.
As expected, Jaime treated us to the entirety of FELONY
BLUES, an album that courted praise from far and wide for its genre exclusivity
qualities. Starting off with ‘Wishing
Well’, each of the seven tracks came over with a similar panache as the album
version, with perhaps an enhanced emotive feel to ‘Misery and Gin’ and added backstory to ‘Wasco’. For those, whose only gripe with the album was its
shortness, the good news is that #2 is on the way. ‘By The Way’ and ‘Ain’t Enough
Whiskey’ offered some advance insight and substantial reassurance that her
position to at least value the past is firmly in place.
Three covers did a lot more than just pad out a set. Merle
Haggard’s ‘Branded Man’ is a shining
light to Jaime’s approach to music and a daily inspiration of how afflictions
can be turned into positive art. While this song sealed the whole California/Bakersfield
appreciation, which is ably reflected in Jaime’s music, the opportunity to
celebrate Waylon Jennings through the classic ‘Lonesome On'ry and Mean’ was gift wrapped for the band to ramp up
the playing. Lead guitarist Joe Coombs was in imperious form all evening,
starting from joining Beth for her Dylan cover ‘Blind Willie McTell’ to sharing some sizzling solos in true country
style in the main set. A name we could be hearing more of in certain circles in
the future.
There was room for just one song in the encore and Jaime
reserved this to extol the pride in being asked to join a select band of
artists to record a lost Waylon Jennings number. ‘Here’s to the Champion (Muhammed Ali)’ was perhaps not the normal
content you would associate with a legendary outlaw, but the more you think
about it…
Just seven days from staging a Courtney Marie Andrews show
in Oxford, Empty Rooms Promotions showed their absolute value to a live music
scene that is beholden to those who relentlessly champion it. Whether we call
it country, Americana, folk rock or singer-songwriter, artists such as Jaime Wyatt and Beth Bombara are probably more important to its vibrant future than
browsing your High Street music store for Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton. Let
them into your musical sphere either through their records or through seeing
the live show and substantial rewards will freely flow.
Underrated is not quite the right word to describe Beth
Nielsen Chapman, but sometimes complacency can sneak in to allow her song
writing skills to flicker only in the distance. If any remnants of guilt apply
to this then the release of her brand new album HEARTS OF GLASS firmly presses
the reset button. Song writing music has flown from Beth’s pen for well over
thirty years, although often these songs have found extended fame in the
catalogues of others. Her previous album UNCOVERED was a timely reminder that
some of these compositions needed refreshing to get its writer’s recorded
perspective. The new record is largely along similar lines comprising a
mixture of new and old songs with a numerical leaning towards the latter.
Although Beth Nielsen Chapman has been tagged within the
country community for much of her career, further fuelled by a Nashville base, her
style is fully embraced in the smooth mature singer-songwriter category,
supported staunchly by the media outlets that embrace such a sound. A sense of
familiarity hits you right from the first track. ‘Come to Mine’ is one of the new songs and, as a general exception, is a co-write
featuring Kevin Montgomery and Graham Gouldman alongside Beth. This may or may not
have some link to the Back to Beth’s documentary that was heavily championed by
Bob Harris, and saw a multitude of fine Nashville song writing types gather in
some kind of musical house party. Either way, the new track fits the mould Beth
has created and would not be out of place in a distinguished radio format.
In contrast to the opener, ‘Old Church Hymns & Nursery Rhymes’ has an earthier feel and a
stark reminder why Waylon Jennings cut it in his latter recording years.
Familiarity with this version or not, Beth takes full control back and it bubbles
along as one of the album’s leading tracks.To double up on the legendary country music icon, a song cut
by Willie Nelson resides comfortably towards the end of the album. ‘If My World Didn’t Have You’ will
comprehensively commit any waivers to the cause of celebrating Beth’s ability to
write a pure heartfelt song.
Following in the path of the opener are three further new
songs in the shape of ‘Epitaph of Love’,
‘Enough for Me’ and ‘You’re Still My Valentine’. The first is
a string-heavy dark number housing the album title within its lyrics, while the
second is a far jauntier offering suggesting the feel good nature that emanates
from her work. The finale of this trio takes the listener into laid-back lounge
jazz territory complete with percussion brushes and a scripted ‘end of the
night’ feel.
The five remaining tracks have featured on old Beth Nielsen
Chapman albums and wisdom decided that a rehashing would freshen them up, maybe
for a new audience. Interestingly, these tend to reside in the second half of
the running order, but unless you are digging deep for meanings, the general
flow of the album coasts along without any momentum meanderings. ‘Life Holds On’ from the self- titled 1990 album is the pick of this bunch, closely followed by album closer ‘Dancer to the Drum’. In fact, all eleven
tracks acutely epitomise what Beth Nielsen has been striving to achieve over
all these years. What you get is a sample of smoothly constructed songs,
regally sang and possessing an agenda-free aura.
2018 is set to be a celebratory year in a more than one way
for Beth Nielsen Chapman. The UK - a kind market for her over the years - has
been granted a comprehensive spring tour and a summer visit presently focussed
on a Cambridge Folk Festival slot. HEARTS OF GLASS will prove a useful ally to
remind folks, old and new, what she is capable of producing. A specific style
has been honed the length and breadth of a successful career and timely
reminders are more than welcome.
If 2017 was the year of countless excellent Nielson Hubbard
produced releases, then do not count on them ceasing anytime soon. Scottish
singer-songwriter Dean Owens is the latest artist to have paid a visit to this
productive Nashville studio and come away with an album strong in pursuing the
ideals of the originator. SOUTHERN WIND succeeds in blending the sensibilities
of two nations. Distinctive song writing, often homely and personal, generally
reflects the everyday surroundings of Dean, while securely placing his trust in
an established posse of Nashville-based musicians is inevitably going to factor
in an Americana feel. The conduit for this is the esteemed all-round performing
musician Will Kimbrough, who also joins in the song-writing fray to bolster up
that component.
Whichever facet you wish to explore, agreement is a
certainty. There is a depth and maturity to the song writing that can only
really be surmountable through a degree of experience. Songs like ‘Louisville Lip’, ‘Madeira Street’ and ‘Elvis
Was My Brother’ are laced with nostalgia, deeply personal in the first two
and acutely observational in the third one. The implicit nature of the lyrical
content helps sow the ideas conveyed. Perhaps being on the same length as the
writer assists greatly, but this does not diminish the ability to pierce the
outer layers of your mind, body and soul resistance.
The duality of this album leaps out from the first two
tracks. A good ole pub rocker kicks things off in ‘Last Song’; a track that Dean has tested in the pre-album release
shows as one to harness the audience into some remnants of interaction. Title
track ‘Southern Wind’ immediately
follows and firmly ferments in your mind where this album is being recorded and
the undoubted influence the surroundings are making. Think a little gothic
atmospheric and the horizon will come into view.
A slightly roughened vocal presence adds weight to the
sentiment of ‘When the Whisky’s Not
Enough’. What more appropriate way to link Caledonia with the home of
country music, Apologies for this stereotypical observation. Less re-enforced
song writing exists in ‘Anything Helps’
(inspired by homelessness) and ‘Mother’,
which apparently took an eternity to complete, but further cements the personal
nature that forms the Dean Owens lyrical appeal.
The fact that Danny Wilson (of Champs fame) got a credit on
the last song suggests the degree that Dean seems to be integrating into the
wider UK contemporary roots scene recently. This may be a personal perception, but performances down south with Danny and Robert Vincent; festival appearances and a tie up
with At The Helm Records all point to a greater profile than in the last couple of years at least. Obviously, for those
in the know, he has been making records for many years with a strong presence
in his native Scotland. Undoubtedly, this vast experience has served him well
in shoring up the quality that permeates through SOUTHERN WIND making it a
valuable release for fans of serious conjecture song writing.
Whether sinking into heartfelt ballads such as ‘Love Prevails’ and ‘No Way Around It’ or rocking out to higher tempo numbers like the
opening segment, this album prospers immensely. A moderate temperate style
tends to overall reflect the album, thus allowing the keys, strings and
occasional horns to make their presence felt without dominating the literate
messages, which ultimately make it a memorable listening experience.
Dean Owens makes music that is impossible not to believe in.
When the dust settles SOUTHERN WIND will find its own niche in the micro world
of the artist’s catalogue and the macro world of a listener succumbing to great
song writing. The birth of an album may not be the right time to suggest an
epitaph but ‘got the message over through the esteemed medium of song’ could
quite conceivably seal this record.
The first thing that strikes you when seeing a Kaia Kater
show is the sheer dedication poured into a chosen art form. This is the
culmination of a young Canadian artist heading south to answer a calling from
her ancestors and utilising every inch of an innate talent to bridge the
generations. The mining of Appalachian song heritage has probably been less contentious
than other associations with this term and there is a clear lineage through the
music made by Kaia. The sweetest of sounds gently seeps from her delicate banjo
playing and a leaning towards original songs marks her out as a serious poet
rather than just an old time interpreter. Every facet of a vast artistic locker
was on display in Birmingham this evening as a premium roots practitioner
lifted the spirits on a chilly Midlands night.
A packed house was shoe horned into the Kitchen Garden, many
likely attracted by Kaia’s previous performances in the city during 2017. These
involved a low-key slot at Moseley Folk Festival and a higher profile set when
supporting Rhiannon Giddens at the Town Hall. There were distinct differences
between these two slightly pre-determined roles to this occasion where the
platform was focussed and more conducive to an artist opening up big style.
Watching Kaia and her stand-up bass playing sidekick Andrew Ryan do this rolled
out to be a compelling and absorbing experience. Primarily majoring on a raft
of songs from her two albums formed the bedrock of the show, but informative
and increasingly affable chat led to a greater understanding of what drives her
music.
Across a brace of sets, an array of excellent songs put down
a marker on this being an evening not to have its memory extinguished too soon.
It was tough to pick a standout moment, but two songs particularly resonated
towards the latter stages of each set. ‘Paradise
Fell’ featured the innovative Andrew Ryan taking a break from the bass to excel
in the art of body percussion, while ‘Rising
Down’ projected Kaia’s own position on the Black Lives Matter issue that is
prevalent across the land of her Southern neighbour.
There were occasional blurred lines in this gig between Kaia’s
proud Canadian upbringing in the metropolitan surroundings of Montreal and the
immense musical education that she received in the outreach parts of rural West
Virginia. Essentially, both have a staunch influence on the music Kaia makes.
This ranges from family orientated original compositions such as ‘Saint Elizabeth’ to celebrating the work
of an Appalachian banjo-playing pioneer in Ola Belle Reed.
Kaia’s vocal style at times is so reminiscent to Gillian
Welch, another example of outsiders immersing themselves in timeless traditional
music and emerging as true keepers of the flame. However, Kaia is quite capable
of carving out her own career and positive reports of this UK/European tour
suggest ‘full house’ signs are set to be a permanent feature as word of her
exceptional talent gets around.
Whether advocating the awareness of her
African-American/Canadian heritage or the virtues of her beloved banjo, Kaia Kater
is an artist sealing the deal as an influential performer of old time roots
music. This is with the added twist of a contemporary lyrical focus and a
natural charm to ensure those choosing the Kitchen Garden on the first Monday
of February had an evening to cherish.
Whoever dreamt up the ingenious idea of hosting Courtney
Marie Andrews in the beautiful celestial surroundings of a church is a pure
visionary. Of course, the reaching out of our holy buildings for music of a
different nature is far from a new concept, but compatibility could not have
been securer with tonight’s billing. There is certainly something in the air
about the live music we all love at the moment, with this being the third sold
out gig attended this year. This Oxford show, joined Hayes Carll in Nottingham
and Lone Bellow in Manchester for attracting the ‘House Full’ sign, and like
the other two, the performance came out of the top drawer. The rise of Courtney’s
star is rapidly in the ascendancy, especially in the UK.Those fortunate enough
to attend St. Barnabas Church were treated to an utterly divine exhibition of
exemplary singer-songwriter music.
It is a little under twelve months ago since Courtney played
a low-key gig in Coventry, and folks who attended both shows had first-hand
experience of the exponential rise. The nature of this short interim tour (no
doubt based around the AMA UK awards and Celtic Connections) dictated that
Courtney appeared solo, a situation likely to be reversed with a full tour
later in the spring. Having now seen her in both formats, the ease of adaptability
is assured. Undoubtedly, the setting this evening was very conducive to the
focus on a sole individual, and Courtney played the role down to a tee. A
composed and often gazed statuesque posture is aligned with the intensity of
the songs, and the hour and ten minutes spent in the spotlight proved an absorbing
experience for an alternative congregational gathering.
It probably does not need stating, but the sound quality in
such a venue is pristine. Courtney decided not to test the acoustics
unamplified, but any attempt would have been pulled off. Fifteen songs played
on a guitar and two on piano gave us a flavour of the past, present and future.
The songs from her breakthrough album HONEST LIFE (which probably now represent
the near past) possessed all the flagship qualities, but it should never be
forgotten that Courtney has paid her dues in several live formats since setting
out on the road as a musician at such tender years. The release of her new
album in March is the opening of a brand new chapter, another one in conjunction with her UK record label Loose Music. MAY YOUR KINDNESS REMAIN was
previewed this evening via six tracks, with the two attracting instant appeal
being ‘Took You Up’ and ‘This House’, The latter was one of the
two songs irresistibly brought to life on piano, alongside a track off one of
her older albums, ‘Paintings From Michael’.
The opportunity of playing alone lent Courtney in the
direction of providing some insight into her songs. While this is not
necessarily a prime feature of her stage repertoire, the audience was suitably
informed to the background of a handful of songs including ‘Border’ from the new album and an
emotive number titled ‘Love, The Only
Debt’. This song proved a fitting final piece and formed a three-song
encore alongside her 2017 single release ‘Near
You’ and the requested oldie ‘Woman
of Many Colors’.
However, the focus, and of most other Courtney Marie Andrews
shows at the moment, is still the absolute fabulous selection of songs from the
highly acclaimed album HONEST LIFE. The seven tracks given a holy airing
tonight did not court, offer or really need any introduction. ‘Rookie Dreaming’ and ‘Not The End’ opened the set back-to-back,
while ‘Irene’ held the slot as the
pre-encore number. The best for me on the night was the brilliant ‘Table for One’ (any song referencing
Ohio feeds my fascination with the state) and a firm favourite from the record ‘How Quickly Your Heart Mends’. Throw in
the title track in addition to ‘Put The
Fire Out’, and you get a fair representation of the album.
To bring some reference of the set list to a close,
we head into the territory of the new record, which is starting to seep out, and
is likely to be one of the year’s most celebrated releases when the dust
settles. The title track was joined by ‘Rough
Around the Edges’ and ‘I’ve Hurt
Worse’. While it is early days for these songs (many heard for the first
time), the Courtney Marie Andrews song writing and vocal sheen is already polishing
them up. Just like the previous album, prolonged joy is about to be had
savouring, dissecting and ultimately loving the new record.
Credit is once again due to the Empty Rooms Promotions team
for seizing upon the opportunity to bring Courtney Marie Andrews to Oxford in a
narrow window and giving West Midlands fans at least one reasonable chance to
catch her live. This is in response to the disappointing geographical focus of
the upcoming full tour. Yet let us park the minor blemishes behind and
celebrate being in the presence of a true talent. Unfortunately, competing
attractions on the day led to a latish arrival in Oxford and thus the opening
act was not seen, but reports were positive. Despite these competing
attractions, nothing was going to prevent witnessing the main act.
Many satisfying plays of HONEST LIFE; forays into her back
catalogue and a superb full band performance at last year’s Mosely Folk
Festival brought Courtney Marie Andrews to the forefront. This show at St.
Barnabas Church in Oxford took the threshold to another level. The trajectory
is only going one way and having the seat belt secured tightly is the place to
be on this journey.