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May 10, 2013 by markdishman

Sam Amidon on Bright Sunny South, melodic presence and Mariah Carey

“My old friend / this song’s for you.” There’s a deeply personal feel to Sam Amidon’s new album, Bright Sunny South. Amidon, who hails from Vermont but is now based in London, here turns his relaxed, soft American drawl to a set of mostly traditional material, with a few well-chosen covers thrown in. sam amidon bright sunny south

But although you’ll recognise many of the song titles, Amidon’s arrangements are delightfully idiosyncratic. He does gentle, yearning melancholy beautifully, as on the opening title track. And My Old Friend (video below) is homely and affectionate. But there is more to Amidon than that – there are surprises too, such as when the floating, woozy He’s Taken My Feet warps into a furious, feedback-soaked meltdown, for example. As I Roved Out – often a song of stillness and sorrow, here gets a swaggering, punchy drums ‘n’ banjo arrangement. In both cases, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Mariah Carey aficionados will be surprised to find a solemn, piano-led version of Shake It Off (“I gotta shake you off / Just like the Calgon commercial”) on the album. Amidon’s take on it is far removed from the fluffy original – filling it with a substance you never knew was there.

For such an intimate record, Bright Sunny South is lit up by a large collection of instruments. Kenny Wheeler’s classy, smooth trumpet lights up I Wish I Wish, flute breezes through the hypnotic Pharoah and unpredictable, dragging fiddle adds intensity to the already pretty intense Short Life (it begins with the lines: “A short life of trouble / a few more days of woe” and goes from there).

The album ends with the winning double of Streets of Derry – a richly affecting version of Derry Gaol – and shapenote hymn Weeping Mary, which blends woodwind with a sweet, strangely uplifting vocal and subtle electric guitar. Amidon calls Bright Sunny South “a lonesome record”, and this may be true – but in its variety, mystery and warmth, it’s also an album you’ll want to share.

Sam spoke to Folk Witness about making the album, Jimi Hendrix and seers…

FW: Bright Sunny South is a very calm, even quiet album. Is this a deliberate attempt to return to a similar sound to your first record, or did you just feel these songs leant themselves to more sparing arrangements?

Sam: It is a more internal album. I’ll tell you how this came about. Jimi Hendrix spoke to me through his grave. He was all, “I’m cold. Can you make some warm music?” I was all, ‘whatever you say, if you whisper it to me, I will repeat it.’ But then he never whispered anything! Classic bullshitter. So, I went and made this record.

I like the notion in your press material that every song is a facet of your personality. But you also refer to it as a “lonesome record”. Is that a reflection of you, too?

My press material was written by a seer (wise being who has extra vision). I try to put seers all around me. Just four or five seers in a little semicircle around me.

I was lonesome when I made the record. But only in a metaphysical sense, you feel me? Whether you the listener are lonesome while listening to it is really up to you. It depends on how many seers you have collected by that point, and where they are in relation to you (semicircle, triangular formation, random scattering, all very near, or all on their lunch break and far away from you, etc).

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Lonesome Sam. Photo: Terry Magson

How did the recruitment of Jerry Boys (Martin Carthy, Ali Farka Touré) as engineer affect the tone of the record?

Jerry goes for total clarity. When he came in, I said, “I know you’ve spent most of your life being called Jerry Boys, but the moment you step through the door into the recording studio, you should think of yourself more like a seer. A wise one, who sees all. We can call you Jimi Boys Seer.” And he was so into that. He is a master engineer, a master documenter of sound, and a master capturer of musicians and their spirits. He would notice any time we had something going on. He would say: “pretty cool”. And then we knew we were on to something.

Your arrangements are interesting – what made you want to add a jazzy trumpet line to I Wish I Wish, for example? Or the avant-garde-rocking ending to He’s Taken My Feet?

Each of those sounds that you refer to is a talisman. Each sound emerged through an exhaustive process of noise sculpture and time sculpture, which I had been engaged in on a daily basis for the previous four years before recording commenced. Haha, just joking. Your questions assume a much greater degree of intention than I am even capable of having!

The intention was simply, ‘I want there to be a presence on this album that is from another dimension. Another era. Somebody who can shred. Who could that be?’ And then the next thought is, ‘Fucking hell, Kenny Wheeler, he lives in London, somebody mentioned that to me recently!’ And then the next thought is, ‘call him up and ask him’. And then when he comes into the studio, let him rip on a couple things and see where it all goes. And somewhere in there, meaning emerges, one hopes. I don’t think his playing is jazzy at all – he’s a pure melodic improviser.

One way I think about this album sometimes is, it’s sort of a series of duets between my voice and another melodic presence, which transmogrifies through various instruments throughout the album… the organ on Bright Sunny South, the trumpet on I Wish I Wish, the fiddle on Short Life, Shahzad’s guitar on My Old Friend, Chris’ drums on As I Roved Out, etc.

Why did you decide to cover Mariah Carey’s Shake It Off? You bring a kind of melancholy to it…

I played it on the piano one day, years ago, and it came out like that. Sometimes things require a lot of work, but that one sort of emerged on its own. The rule, always, whether it’s a folk song or something else, is simply to work with melodies and words that really get stuck deep down in you, on their own, even against your will. They get stuck there and so then you bring them back out.

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Tabletop Sam. Photo: Michael Wilson

What’s your approach to a traditional song? Could you perhaps talk us through As I Roved Out, for example – where did you first hear it and what made you want to do a version of it?

I first heard As I Roved Out sung by my friend Bruce Greene on the album Come Near My Love, which is duets with his wife Kore Loy McWhirter. They have an album of ballads that they sing in harmony with no instruments, just voices. It’s a very intense and brilliant record. His version was called As I Walked Out. That phrase (but usually with “roved” instead of “walked”) is in many a ballad. Most of them are sorrowful and mopey. Bruce’s version had not only sorrow, but also a kind of humour and cracked energy that I liked. In his version those elements are very subdued, so I slapped a little banjo and drums under there and brought it all out a bit.

You have a very personal connection with the song Weeping Mary – did it feel important or special to be recording a song that your parents had recorded too?

It felt comforting. I’ve stolen many of the songs I sing from my parents, or from places my parents led me to. Weeping Mary is a shapenote song from a book called the Southern Harmony, which was published in the 1850s. “Are there anybody here…” My son is nearly two. He has a small banjo ukulele which is really not in tune. He is singing some super badass shit along to his banjo ukulele right now; I wish you could hear that!

One final question, Sam. What is your favourite sandwich?

Is a hamburger a sandwich?

Bright Sunny South is out on Nonesuch Records on May 13 and Sam’s short UK tour starts at Bush Hall in London on May 23. See here for dates.

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May 7, 2013 by markdishman

Chris Wood: None The Wiser

Judas! Not really. Chris Wood’s decision to pick up an electric guitar did surprise me, when he first mentioned it at a gig two years ago, but I’m unashamedly A Big Fan of the Kentish folk singer-songwriter – and you have to trust the ones you’re A Big Fan of. Chris Wood None The Wiser

In the intervening years, his love affair with the electric guitar – a 1964 Epiphone connected to a new amp – went on to form the musical basis for Wood’s new album, None The Wiser. Hammond organ is another new addition to Wood’s sound – underscoring his baritone voice and guitar with grainy authority. It’s the Hammond that’s more likely to trouble Wood devotees, incidentally – shades of Procol Harum, even Dire Straits crossed my mind on early listens…

The other key influence on the album seems to have been the lengthy tour Wood undertook last year, supporting Joan Armatrading. This time on the road, allowing him space to reflect on and observe life in the 50 towns and cities on the schedule was, he says, directly responsible for the stories that make up album’s title track.

As a state-of-the-nation address, None The Wiser (the song) is classic Wood – keenly observed, bitingly witty and straight to the point. His observations range from the grumpily trivial (“tiny headphones”), to the troubling-on-several-levels: “Someone’s daughter’s selling phone sex just to pay her student loan back / She does her best to emulate the sound of choking.” Politics and the personal are blended inextricably and unapologetically: as in life.

It is a sign of things to come. Thou Shalt is an angry-sad relation to the title track, for example. A completely different tack to take, however, is a new tune for William Blake’s Jerusalem. But in its way it does the same job. Stripped of Hubert Parry’s triumphal setting, the words take on a new layer of uncertainty. The answer to the poet’s four questions might well be ‘no’, after all.

Wood has always possessed a sentimental streak, and it’s present here too. The Sweetness Game is a middle-aged love song it’s hard not to fall for (even if you’re not in the demographic, as it were), and the album’s only traditional track, The Little Carpenter, is a beautifully told paean to romantic persistence. In between them is A Whole Life Lived – which doesn’t work quite so well. It’s an affectionate, hair-ruffling look at “the exasperating clichés of a young man” – variously inspired by Wood’s son, rapper-collaborator Dizraeli and Wood himself: “I’m listening a young man tell me stuff I know already in the knowledgeable tone that I used to use,” he sings. The song doesn’t get much further than avuncular reproach, and the jolly whistling outro feels very out of place.

Hugh Lupton’s contribution – usually a high point on a Chris Wood album – falls a little short of the genius of One in a Million or Johnny East. Tally of Salt is a heartfelt argument in favour of marriage, which doesn’t leave much for anyone less enamoured with the institution. Wood’s gentle retooling of John Clare’s I Am, however, is sublime. Unusually, he is accompanied solely by piano – a masterstroke. Wood has form with Clare – and if you don’t feel the former understands the latter, you haven’t heard Mad John, from 2007’s superb Trespasser album. In any case, the delivery here is wearily apt – the 18th-century study in alienation is lit perfectly by his calm, intimate delivery.

Chris Wood: his sword shall not sleep.  Photo: chriswoodmusic.co.uk

Chris Wood: his sword shall not sleep.
Photo: chriswoodmusic.co.uk

There’s no space for either of Wood’s Olympic Radio Ballads, disappointingly, but brilliant as Masterpiece and Danced Like on the Grass are, they don’t really fit the album’s theme.

Instead, finale The Wolfless Years talks simply and arrestingly of unexpected silver linings and of things having a natural order. We might not expect such an optimistic farewell, but as usual, Wood is a step or two ahead. He has broken his new ground with care – None The Wiser is idiosyncratic, thoughtful and (and I don’t use this word lightly) essential listening.

None The Wiser is out now – buy it from chriswoodmusic.co.uk and get a Bandcamp download straight away.

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March 18, 2013 by markdishman

Jackie Oates talks Lullabies, knitting and frying her brother

I was lucky enough to hear Jackie Oates’ new album – Lullabies, out today – back in January. It filled me with optimism for the year ahead. She has long had an interest in the lullaby form – they pop up again and again on her albums, and they’re always high points – for example Lavenders Blue from her debut, or Slumber Boats from Lush’s Fresh Handmade Sound project. Jackie Oates Lullabies

So it’s great that Jackie has had the confidence to indulge her passion and make such a focused record. From majestic opener Dream Angus (see below) to the profound, moving optimism of closing song Sleepers Awake, it’s a peaceful, thoughtful and beautifully performed album.

Belinda O’Hooley and Chris Sarjeant both make invaluable contributions, with sombre, delicate piano and expressive guitar respectively. They balance Jackie’s fiddle playing and voice – pure and expressive as ever, perfect for lullabies – to give the album a solid, appropriately dreamy musical base.

And it’s the basis for quite an exploration: there are traditional songs from Britain and Iceland, settings of the writings of Shakespeare and AA Milne (the wonderful Alexander Beetle had me rapt, dying to know what happened to the insect who had lived in a matchbox), and covers of the songs of Paul McCartney and John Renbourn.

These lullabies will doubtless soothe little ones but, though there are jolly ditties like Little Fishes, this isn’t a children’s album. Jackie finds melancholy and even portent – Sofuðu Unga àstin Mín carries a warning to restless children – in the songs.

I interviewed Jackie about the record for the current issue of English Dance & Song magazine (you can pick up a copy at Cecil Sharp House, or get sent one if you join the EFDSS). Reasonably enough, the editor doesn’t want the material repeated elsewhere, so I made sure to ask Jackie a series of silly questions for Folk Witness. She was kind and patient enough to humour me:

If you could describe your new album, Lullabies, in five words, what would they be?

Calming, timeless, ageless, Arcadian, innocent.

And if the album was an animal, what animal would it be?

It would be a big friendly black and white tom cat called Wilf.

Who’s your favourite person called Angus? It can be a normal person or a famous Angus (eg Deayton, Young, Steakhouse).

I’ve been told to say that my favourite Angus is Angus Deaton, a leading microeconomist.

Is a lark your favourite bird? You sing about them a lot.

I grew up in a village very near Cannock Chase in Staffordshire with a garden and trees populated by noisy birds outside my bedroom window. But I left home straight after my 18th birthday and have lived in the city ever since. I’m aspiring to live in a house where it is feasible to have one of those bird feeders outside the kitchen window. But I like singing about larks – the word ‘lark’ is nice. My favourite bird is the carrion crow. In fact I might knit one once I’ve finished knitting my next-door neighbour Nick.

Tell us about a weird dream you’ve had…

I had a dream when I was on the cusp of starting school – and it has haunted me ever since. My brother Doug-Jim is two years older than me; and I remember him starting infant school when we first moved from Congleton to Brocton in 1987. The old infant school in Walton-on-the-Hill was a big, imposing Victorian building. I had a dream that my mum and I went to pick up Doug from school, and were told that he’d fallen over in the playground. So we were led to the classroom where he was lying, mummified on one of the desks. We took him home and mum was instructed to fry him in a giant frying pan to remove the bandages. I remember that the dream wasn’t upsetting – just deeply strange.

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Jackie Oates: likes the moon, kind to animals
Photo: Elly Lucas

How do you feel about the ethics of keeping a beetle in a matchbox? Are we to assume that Alexander would be properly fed, watered and exercised?

I’ve never worried about the ethics of beetle keeping because, in the song Alexander Beetle, Alexander doesn’t have to stay in his matchbox for very long. But if I had the desire to keep a pet beetle – I’d ensure that his needs were fully catered for. In fact, I don’t think I would want to keep a pet beetle. I’d rather have a big black cat called Wilf.

If you had to put one member of The Beatles into a matchbox and keep him as a pet, which one would you choose?

I think I’d definitely choose George Harrison because I love his songwriting and his work with The Travelling Wilburys and Ravi Shankar.

You’re playing a gig, and one of your lullabies is so effective that the entire crowd falls asleep. Would you (a) pinch their valuables (b) shout “I’m Jackie Oates! Pay attention to me!” and wake them up, (c) Find some blankets and tuck everyone in, or (d) something else?

I think I’d quite like it if the entire audience fell asleep… I’d probably seize the moment to have a sit and do some knitting.

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A Huldra, knitted by Jackie for Kathryn Roberts

Folk Witness hears you are a very good knitter. What’s your favourite thing you’ve knitted?

I wouldn’t say I’m a very good knitter yet. Everything I knit is slightly flawed and wonky looking. But my favourite knitted thing so far is a Huldra, which I made for Kathryn Roberts after hearing her sing the song ‘Huldra’ for the first time. Huldras are forest spirits who take the form of beautiful seductive women – but their backs are made of hollowed-out rotting trees. My biggest ambition is to finish knitting The Imagined Village and film a music video. So far I’ve made Johnny Kalsi, Sheema Mukherjee, Simon Richmond, Simon Emmerson’s daughter Josie and his dog Spice. But I keep getting sidetracked.

Finally, and very importantly: what’s your favourite sandwich?

My favourite sandwich is cheese and pickle but I don’t have one very often because I don’t think I deserve it.

Lullabies is out today (March 18) on ECC Records

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March 10, 2013 by markdishman

Faustus: Broken Down Gentlemen

It says a lot about the impact of Faustus’ self-titled debut of 2008 that excitement about the trio’s return is so high, especially as it’s fairly easy to catch the band’s multitalented members performing in other groups (Bellowhead, Whapweasel, Seth Lakeman Band, Belshazzar’s Feast… the list goes on). Broken Down Gentlemen

Their second CD, the wryly titled Broken Down Gentlemen, won’t disappoint the band’s fans. From the taut, confident opening title track on, it’s a hearty, expertly arranged and deftly performed album.

The trio play to their strengths, of which they have many. Vocally, Benji Kirkpatrick and Paul Sartin take on most of the lead work – so while Sartin’s lovely, plaintive tones give American Stranger an extra emotional punch, Kirkpatrick is impressive and (appropriately) rather more breezy on Blow the Windy Morning.

Kirkpatrick (guitar and bouzouki) and Saul Rose (melodeon) work well together as the band’s ‘engine room’, giving the album volume and driving rhythm. Sartin’s fiddle, oboe and cor anglais often provide the melodious icing on the cake.

Nowhere is this effect more apparent than on Banks of the Nile, which gets a big, bold arrangement: grand-sounding melodeon, tension-building guitar, exquisite fiddle and an engaging delivery from Kirkpatrick on vocals. To top it all off, there is some impressive harmony singing too.

Captain’s Apprentice seems to have been recorded a lot recently, but Faustus make it their own. Their version is almost the opposite of Jackie Oates’ calm a capella rendition on The Imagined Village’s Bending The Dark, but it works just as well. The song is given gravitas by a meaty guitar refrain, rich melodeon drone and Sartin’s warm, mournful voice.

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Faustus (from left: Benji Kirkpatrick, Saul Rose, Paul Sartin

Sartin again takes the lead on the ebullient Og’s Eye Man, which is given an accompanying melody, Ring Her Bell, written by Kirkpatrick. It’s one of many rather blokey songs on the album, alongside the salty I Wish I Wish (“how I would pluck that sweet cherry”) and the melancholy innuendo of Thrashing Machine.

The latter track is a pleasingly lighter-sounding way to end the album, with sophisticated pizzicato plucks accompanying Rose’s accomplished lead vocal. Broken down gentlemen? On the contrary – this album is firm evidence that Faustus are firing on all cylinders.

Broken Down Gentlemen is out on Navigator Records on March 11

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March 7, 2013 by markdishman

Anaïs Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer, Olivia Chaney: Cecil Sharp House, London, March 5 2013

There’s something rather awe-inspiring about Cecil Sharp House, particularly for the musicians that play there. Perhaps it’s the history, the collections within it or even the vaguely churchy wood-panelled Kennedy Hall that intimidates.

Olivia Chaney: pure of voice, squeezy of harmonium. Photo: Patrick Williams

Olivia Chaney, for example, refers to C# House as a “holy place”, and uses it as a start point to briefly discuss her place in the world of folk music. She talks of being seen as a purist by some and “not pure enough” by others – which, on reflection, seems like a pretty good place to be.

Chaney’s voice is certainly pure, and she accompanies her cut-glass tones with classical-sounding piano, acoustic guitar or harmonium. There’s a highbrow feel to her performance, and her songs are absorbing and calming. A highlight is the beautiful Swimming in the Longest River, which Chaney recorded with Alasdair Roberts. She covers a Fionn Regan number, and while there’s no frowning about it from the audience, her own (or traditional) material is more interesting – for example pretty set closer The King’s Horses.

Cecil Sharp House has made an impression on Anaïs Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer, too. Hamer talks of being “excommunicated” after making a joke about his tuning being “good enough for folk music”. But there is no danger of this, partly because Mitchell charmingly refers to the audience as a sea of “beautiful faces”, but mainly because of the wonderful music they’re playing.

The pair have only recorded one record together, so the set consists of the brilliant Child Ballads album (see my review of it for Bright Young Folk here) in its entirety, along with a few bonuses. An acoustic guitar and mic each is all they need – opener Sir Patrick Spens is stately, Clyde Waters compelling and emotional (the duo’s plaintive “I dreamed my lover was at our gates and nobody let him in” is particularly affecting) and the immaculate Riddles Wisely Expounded more urgent than on record, but still dreamy – Mitchell’s eloquent retorts to Hamer are further proof of their vocal compatibility. Her sweet (but not too-sweet) voice and his Neil Young-esque (thanks Emily) tones glide over one another like they’ve been doing it for a lifetime.

This compatibility extends to guitar playing, too. Both are dextrous pickers, but Hamer tends to take the lead, driving the insistent, dancing melody behind “disapproving mom-witch” story of Willie’s Lady, while Mitchell adds subtle, clever embellishments. Again, it just feels natural.

After the a measured Willie of Winsbury, the duo turn to some “older songs” – Wedding Song from Mitchell’s 2011 album Hadestown goes down well, while Hamer’s evocative song about “the sighing of the wind” is melancholy and moving. “Our songs make the ballads seem cheerful”, he quips.

There’s time for the epic, Springsteen-esque title track to Mitchell’s Young Man in America album and an upbeat version of Woody Guthrie’s Pastures of Plenty before the pair return to the ballads, for a fairy-free Tam Lin. “We were interested in it as a psychological metaphor”, reveals Mitchell, underscoring why the resulting arrangement is so compelling. They may have put the song “on the operating table”, but the surgery is deeply considered, precise and successful.

A final, Carthy-inspired version of Geordie finishes the main set, before Mitchell and Hamer return to stand among the crowd for an unplugged encore that comprises an American traditional song and covers of Emmylou Harris & Gram Parsons and Jethro Tull. The crowd is delighted – but frankly by this point Mitchell and Hamer could be singing pretty much anything and Cecil Sharp House would still love them. Perhaps it’s not such an intimidating place after all.

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March 6, 2013 by markdishman

Lady Maisery: This Woman’s Work

When Folk Witness went to see Lady Maisery in Aldershot a month or so ago, the breadth and depth of the trio’s new material made a big impression. So it’s great to hear that the group have released their cover of Kate Bush’s This Woman’s Work as a single.Lady Maisery This Woman's Work

As a taster of Lady M’s forthcoming album, which is due in June, it’s a tantalising one. The harmonies of Hazel Askew, Hannah James and Rowan Rheingans are as central and distinctive as always, but Lady M seem to be making more of their instrumental talents this time round, and an apparently Scandinavian-inspired fiddle line helps drive the melody.

“All three of us have always loved Kate Bush,” say the Maiseries (presumably in harmony). “We were struck by the way this song shows the complexities of the relationship between a man and a woman before the birth of their first child, addressing the possibilities of loss whilst exploring the situation from a man’s point of view. It felt like an unusual angle for a song, and Kate’s lyrics get straight to the heart of this very human relationship, illustrating the complicated gender roles and emotions at play. Understanding the complexity of experiences like this is an important part
of working towards more equal relationships between men and women.” Here’s a sneak preview:

What’s more, the single has been timed to coincide with International Women’s Day (March 8), which in turn kicks off Women’s History Month. So it’s appropriate and pleasing that all profits from the single will be donated to End Violence Against Women, a coalition that does some highly commendable lobbying work.

“We are all passionate about campaigning for women’s rights and promoting feminism,” say Hazel, Hannah and Rowan. “This is often reflected in the songs we’ve chosen to sing. We’re very excited to be working with the End Violence Against Women coalition and supporting the important work they do raising awareness about violence against women, lobbying local and national government and campaigning to protect women’s support services.”

The song will appear on Lady M’s second album, which is due out in June, but this is a special remix by Andy Bell, so “waiting for album to come out” isn’t an excuse not to buy one, especially as it’s for such a good cause. You can find the song on iTunes – here’s a useful link. Lady Maisery – This Woman’s Work on iTunes

Incidentally, Kate Bush seems to capture folkies’ imaginations in a way that only seems matched in the non-traddy world by Tom Waits. Here’s Jon Boden & the Remnant Kings’ great version of Hounds of Love, just because.

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February 7, 2013 by markdishman

Carthy Hardy Farrell Young: Clair Hall, Haywards Heath, February 6 2013

Laylam: it means ‘singing in chorus’ apparently. And the inherent warmth of the harmony is at the heart of the union of Eliza Carthy, Bella Hardy, Lucy Farrell and Kate Young.

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From left: wall-dwellers Carthy, Hardy, Farrell and Young

The quartet got together at the suggestion of Kathryn Tickell (which seems as good a reason as any). It was only later, apparently, that it occurred to Tickell that her supergroup all happened to be female fiddle players, as well as singers.

At the foursome’s Haywards Heath show, the vocal element is certainly what hits first. Scots singer Kate Young leads the line on opener Greasy Coat, her bold delivery and musical brogue lending itself pleasingly to the old-timey Americana. The fiddles initially act as a subtle bed for the singing, and the harmonies from Farrell, Hardy and Carthy are warm and considered. Proceedings are leant a certain swing via Young’s ankle-mounted tambourine, and Carthy’s bass drum, which she stomps at all night.

Farrell keeps the momentum going, leading a song about birds from Cecil Sharp’s Appalachian collection, and a wonderful Myrtle Tree (a relation of the more familiar Flash Company). Her sweet-sounding voice lends a fresh layer of innocence to the regretful piece.

Bella Hardy is, tonight, suffering from a cold, which gives her speaking voice a husky quality she’s evidently quite pleased with – but it does mean her singing duties are scaled back. In order to ease the strain, Eliza Carthy sings Dream of Napoleon, unaccompanied. It’s one of those truly jaw-dropping, unforgettable performances, full of emotion, soul and verve. That Carthy can – apparently quite casually – pull something like this out of the bag at short notice is simply stunning.

Quite an act for Hardy to follow, then, as she announces she’s going to lead on a version of Patsy Cline’s Walking After Midnight. There’s a palpable tension in the room as she clears her throat, but Hardy’s opening notes dispel any fears – her voice is as rich as ever, her delivery as finely pitched, and the slight rasp in her voice makes it all sound… pretty sexy, frankly. There are – genuinely – gasps of admiration from the audience.

I’d not heard of Kate Young before Laylam was announced, but she more than holds her own in such illustrious company (check the video of her standing in a lake, below). Young’s own composition, Green & Gold, is inspired by Slovenian figs (yep, Slovenian figs) and characterised by unexpected percussive scrapes and changes in direction. And her singing is just as good – she leads a sassy version of Why Don’t You Do Right with confidence.

Although the group’s singing is, as Tickell figured, complementary, with Carthy able to explore the lower register of her remarkable voice, it turns out their fiddle-playing styles are too. Farrell is a keen ‘plucker’, Carthy’s “whale” (a mighty, thick violin) provides a teeth-vibrating bassy element, and Hardy and Young thread their way in and around. The quartet seem totally at ease, too, jokily bossing one another around and spreading a happy mood through the venue.

Other highlights include Farrell’s moving My Love is Like a Dewdrop, the magnificent “Welsh sea shanty” 100 Years (Carthy’s drum gets another walloping here), and two Mike Waterson moments – Chickens in the Garden and Country Life, which end each half.

A heavenly chorus encore of “God song” Better Home only goes to illustrate Tickell’s prescience even further. Good call, Kathryn. Good call.

As I write, you can still catch Carthy Hardy Farrell Young at Diss, Great Torrington, Birmingham and London, if you’re quick.

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February 2, 2013 by markdishman

Lady Maisery: West End Centre, Aldershot, January 31 2013

Starting off the year with a short “spasm” of gigs, Lady Maisery showcased their gathering momentum in impressive style at Aldershot’s intimate, vibrant West End Centre venue.

From left: Diddly Hannah James de dum-da dum-da Rowan Rheingans um-da Hazel Askew iddle addy ay etc

The group – Hannah James, Rowan Rheingans and Hazel Askew – are primarily known for their harmony singing, but all are accomplished multi-instrumentalists too. Rheingans’ economical fidola playing, for example, accompanies opener Portland Town. The song makes a powerful opening statement: bitter words, sweetly sung.

Of course, sometimes there aren’t any words. The group quickly move on to a set of Scandinavian diddles. The sung tunes illustrate the trio’s musical understanding with startling clarity – singing songs with such subtle, pretty harmony is tricky enough, but the trio enunciate each ‘diddle’, ‘iddle’ and ‘daddy’ with amazing precision and synchronicity. It’s not that this isn’t evident on the recorded versions of the tunes – but seeing and hearing it live is quite something else.

It’s the same with some of the more traditional songs from their debut album, Weave & Spin. A joyful Capable Wife and the fragile Colour of Amber are particular highlights, with Askew’s harp providing an appropriately gentle accompaniment.

Elsewhere, James plays accordion and leads the audience with her effective clog percussion on an English Morris tune, Askew adds concertina and leg-mounted bells, and Rheingans rolls out both banjo and bansitar – an unusual instrument which, she laments, no longer has its own Wikipedia page. The eccentric hybrid adds a pleasingly clanging, psychedelic tone to Nottamun Fair (have a look at the video below to see them doing it at Beverley last year).

Lady M have a new album out in May, and the group delight in singing a selection of new material. This includes a winning version of Sydney Carter’s The Crow on the Cradle – a sinister welcome to the world for a newborn – and a solemn take on Leon Rosselson’s poignant Palaces of Gold. There’s also a beautiful Let No Man Steal Your Thyme – a familiar song that nonetheless feels somehow like it was written for this group. On album two, there will not be an equivalent to Weave & Spin’s whimsical Mary Ann, one suspects.

A Kate Bush cover is an unexpected (but again, wholly appropriate) treat, as is a magical song about skin-shedding selkies, before the night is rounded off by the calm and assured Sleep on Beloved. It’s a lovely way to end, but, excitingly, it’s the new stuff that’s ringing in my ears on the way home. On this evidence, Lady Maisery’s second album could be something really special.

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December 28, 2012 by markdishman

Fay Hield & The Hurricane Party: Orfeo

The Hurricane Party: it’s an evocative name. You’d be forgiven for expecting a messy musical whirlwind. But the “fantasy folk band” – assembled by Fay Hield – is in fact evidence of her meticulous, scholarly approach to traditional music. Fay Hield Orfeo

Jon Boden, Andy Cutting, Rob Harbron and Sam Sweeney were chosen not for their musical versatility or individual talent (of which they have bags, naturally), but for their understanding and sympathy as a group. “I wanted people that would react with each other and make amazing music,” says Hield in the album’s EPK (below).

And how they did. Here is my original review of Orfeo, the album they made together, but to reiterate: it’s a varied, lively and accomplished record. The musical whirlwind is present, but from the complex opening track (which features Martin Simpson on banjo) to the homely, warming harmony singing on Pretty Nancy, it’s all exquisitely arranged and played.

Crucially, Hield isn’t overpowered by her ensemble – far from it. Her voice is warm and strong, but her real skill is in interpretation and delivery. From her characterful telling of The Lover’s Ghost right through to the grim and gory finale of Naughty Baby (“Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you / Just as pussy tears a mouse”), she measures her performances perfectly. So while The Old ‘Arris Mill gets a saucy, charming delivery, The Cuckoo is imbued with a pure and clear tranquillity and Henry a haunting, ghostly quality. On this evidence, you suspect she’d make an excellent actress.

Dr Hield read for a PhD entitled ‘English Folk Singing and the Construction of Community’ last year, and uses her keen researcher’s eye to unearth some less familiar pieces. But that doesn’t make them any less worth listening to. So we get Wicked Serpent from Massachusetts, the magnificent 26-verse title track from a Breton lai, and Naughty Baby from The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes. The latter’s tune borrows from the German national anthem (by way of the I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue theme), but its raked nyckelharpa still sends a shiver up the spine. Each track, you feel, is thoroughly inhabited and understood by Hield and the Hurricanes. But this isn’t a dusty academic exercise: there’s a joyous lightness of touch that truly brings them to life.

It was a close-run thing this year – Sam Lee beautifully illustrated the magic of the oral tradition with the excellent Ground of its Own; Karine Polwart served up a thoughtful, luminous set of original songs on Traces, and Jim Moray delivered an inventive career best with the superb Skulk. But Hield and the Hurricane Party’s perfect storm just shades it – Orfeo is the Folk Witness album of 2012.

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December 19, 2012 by markdishman

A Ceremony of Customs and Carols: Cecil Sharp House, London, December 16 2012

If there was ever a time for folk dance and song, it’s Christmas. Carols are perhaps the best-known folk songs, and the warmth and togetherness of the season seems appropriate for communal singing, dancing and revelry. So a trip to EFDSS HQ seemed like a perfect idea for mid-December.

Cecil Sharp House tree

The mighty Christmas tree at Cecil Sharp House. It smells good, too. Photo: Rosie Reed Gold

Rather too much revelry the night before, and an appropriately seasonal hangover ensured my housemate JP and I were a bit late to Cecil Sharp House, so we unfortunately missed a display from Towersey Morris and a first set from MC Bonny Sartin (of The Yetties). But we did make it to the beautifully festooned venue in time to catch the London Gallery Quire. Nothing sounds like a choir; they’re meant to sound greater than the sum of their parts and this group didn’t disappoint, filling the room with a Christmassy glow.

The singing wasn’t restricted to performers alone, of course. A small orchestra led an array of carols for everyone to sing. They ranged from some of the less well known (Somerset Wassail, the wonderful Sussex Carol) to more familiar crackers (Ding Dong Merrily On High, Nos Galan). The always-interminable 12 Days of Christmas was a bit of a struggle, mind.

The atmosphere was pepped up significantly by some brilliant dancing, however. Camden Clog clomped their way skilfully through an enjoyable performance, which ended in cacophonous style with a medley that took in Good King Wenceslas. Thrales Rapper, from south London (as they told us, frequently), turned up the volume even more. “Feel free to shout abuse, we’re used to it!” roared the group’s ‘Tommy’. Later, he encouraged the rather genteel crowd to imitate gunfire, by banging his stick rapidly against the floor. His request was politely ignored – everyone was too busy admiring the dancing anyway: a real edge of danger was brought by the tortured twisting and flexing of the swords, while some acrobatic backflipping was monitored by a bearded, demented nurse Betty. Exciting stuff.

Thrales Rapper

Nurse Betty inspects the Thrales Rapper troops
Photo: Rosie Reed Gold

There was even more shouting in the Towersey Mummers Play. It was my first experience of such a play, and I’m no expert, but it seems to be a kind of trad pantomime, in which hero St George (hooray!) is killed by a Turkish knight (boo!), then resurrected by a doctor, who also revives the unfortunate knight after George exacts his revenge. Towersey squeezed in saucy references to George Entwhistle and the impending parenthood of Kate & Wills, as well as some amusing sausagey entrail props and snappy rhymes. I could have lived without the rendition of Rule Britannia, but I got the impression this wasn’t to be taken too seriously.

Towersey Mummers

Towersey’s St George, pre-resurrection
Photo: Rosie Reed Gold

Sartin did a nice job of holding it all together. The likeable Yettie entertained with warm, gently humorous poetry – including a pleasing yarn about ‘Dorset Airways’ and a rhyming thank you letter – and some well-delivered songs, including The Lone Shepherd, Cyril Tawney’s final composition.

Despite a few wonky moments – the orchestra occasionally finished early and a Mummers tune played on fiddle and box was a little shaky – this was a perfect way to celebrate Christmas. Shouting, dancing, drinking and singing – it’s what the big day is all about, after all.

Big Folk Witness thanks to the very talented Rosie Reed Gold for the photographs in this blog. Her website is here. Thanks also to Sophia and all at the EFDSS for the opportunity to be a social sharer. And Happy Christmas everyone!

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