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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