Expanded to sextet, nucleus Greg Weeks, Meg Baird, and Brooke Sietinsons enter string n wind thickets of guitar, cello, recorder n miscellaneous tonal embellishments invariably veering towards the melancholic. Placid surfaces belie discontent: loss, unrequited love, isolation and similarly disgruntled emotions from traditional folk canon. Selections from folk standards bear out the romantic misery - Rosemary Lane (farewell Bert Jansch), Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair - as do covers predictable - Nico's Afraid; Michael Hurley's Blue Mountain (top-notch) - and miscreant - Durutti Column and Blue Öyster Cult. Flaming Telepaths, BÖC's heavy paean to heroin exigencies is slowed down to narcotised stupor as Weeks wields arc-weld axe. Heavy indeed.
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3 comments:
Hi, I've been visiting WB for quite a while now. I'm not sure if I've commented many times (or ever,) but your blog is right up my street.
Thanks for doing it.
This is lovely, thank you!
Perfect for winter somehow...thanks!
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