December 15, 2010
Autumn Response - Richard Youngs 
Elemental and mystical in a non-specific, nature drenched kind of way. Borderline droned, often simple finger picked phrases repeated seemingly endlessly as one cut blends into another; moments not so much frozen in time as outside it. Digital delay on voice and guitar and lines in each song repeated and overlaid in ghost-like but in no way gimmicky mimic. Voice closely self-twinned - without exactly harmonising - like a mirror reflecting a symmetry within which the listener slips between cracks of meaning.
Beautiful, literate songs that pull off the Drakean trick of being utterly personal while dissolving identity in wash of acoustic riffs that drive onwards only to disperse like breath in air.
Like many of today's envelope-pushing folk experimentalists, Richard Youngs hails from Scotland. Must be something in the water. Drink up.
Oddi wrth y brawd
something like air