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Jesse Woods – Get Your Burdens Lifted

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Ruth Angell and Sid Peacock – Love Forgiven

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The White Album – Conquistador

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Bellowhead – Broadside

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Chris Helme – The Rookery

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Drops – Believe you me

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Seth Lakeman – Tales from the Barrel House

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Tramlines 2012 : The Folk Forest

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Twelve Noon, Saturday and the Sloucher Delegation having had coffee to sharpen the senses joined a small gathering waiting for Black Gold of the Sun. Worried about not having the drummer present, B.G.O.T.S. opened the day with an absolutely sublime set of songs perfect for a sunny day. Looking every inch as good as they sound their haunting Psych Folk is almost perfect and magical in this setting. (more…)


The Imagined Village – Bending the Dark

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Syd Arthur – On and On

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What the folk?

Recently I was reminded of how strongly the debate still rages – what is folk? I was at the No Direction Home festival at Welbeck Abbey, and Will Hodgkinson had been asked to come and talk about his book The Ballad of Britain. In 2009 he took a trip round Britain to cast his eye on the state of the folk revival. Sadly he couldn’t make the festival, but the discussion went ahead in the lovely literature and comedy yurt. New descriptions for folk music genres have been explored by Rob Young in his book Electric Eden, and by Jeanette Leech in Seasons They Change – acid folk, twisted folk, psychedelic folk.

Academically I’m a folklorist, though it doesn’t really give you a day job. I was lucky enough to be an undergraduate in the department of Dialect and Folk Life Studies at the University of Leeds back in the early 1970s. Undergraduates mixed with postgrads studying all sorts of interesting aspects of folklore and traditions including music, song and dance. Later I did an MA in Folklore and Cultural Tradition at Sheffield.

Back in those days folk rock was the prevalent alternative form of folk music, with performers like Richard Thompson, the Strawbs, and Fairport Convention. Traditional songs were borrowed and adapted – sometimes ‘stolen’ and claimed as newly written – Simon and Garfunkel’s Scarborough Fair comes to mind. Some even made it on to Top of the Pops – Steeleye Span’s All Around my Hat and Sandy Denny singing Si Tu Doit Partir are among my memories – exciting times for folk music.

Not long ago I joined C P Lee for one of his Bob Dylan walks round Manchester. The Free Trade Hall was identified as the place where Dylan was accused of treachery to the traditionalists – ‘Judas!’ Strong words. Dylan had been to England and had hung out with the traditional singers and musicians who were part of the growing folk club scene. His friend and lover Joan Baez had a repertoire of Scottish, Irish and English ballads, recorded for Vanguard in the early days of her career. We were taught folk songs and dances at school, thanks to Cecil Sharpe’s influence on teacher training between the wars. Read Georgina Boyes’ fantastic book, The Imagined Village, (now back in print) for the bigger picture. The group took their name from the book by the way.

My parents loved Scottish and Irish folk music – from Margaret Barry to Robin Hall and Jimmy MacGregor by way of The Clancy Brothers with Tommy Makem. My dad also loved Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, and I still have some early vinyl from his collection. I was not alone growing up in the 60s, listening to live and recorded folk music as often as I listened to the Beatles, the Stones, the Small Faces and the Kinks.

Our Catholic upbringing also gave us a kind of Irish social life, where people sang or played party pieces at gatherings of family and friends. I will never forget hearing She Moves Through the Fair for the first time, sung by Angela Mangan, aged about 15. The song haunted me until I could identify it and track it down, too young and shy to find out more about it at the party.

And then came the acoustic singers and songwriters. Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, Neil Young, John Martyn and Al Stewart. How did you define them? From the States came country and blues influences, the left wing politics of the Seeger family and Woody Guthrie. Mix that with Salford’s own Jimmy Miller, better known as Ewan MacColl. Folk became a kaleidoscope of influences. If you played a folk club did that make you a folk singer? Who knew?

The problem starts when one faction claims ownership of the territory. On the one hand you have – or had – the traditionalists, finger in ear, contrived local accent and slightly tuneless delivery. On the other hand, the influence of pop, rock and commercialisation. Now I know, as a member of an informal group of harmony singers,that sometimes you just have to put your finger in your ear, especially if like me you are easily distracted and can’t always hold a tune. Back in 1974, listening to field recordings of people who couldn’t sing in tune in a tutorial, I had light bulb moment. I realised that the performers weren’t necessarily the ones who had a good voice, but they were the ones prepared to perform and who could remember the words. Nowadays I’d think of comparing it to karaoke.

And of course much of the folk revival in this country was a Victorian construct – a political desire for a national identity and Merrie England. Some so called traditional songs collected in the early 20th century were hymns and music hall songs. Tunes were borrowed and new lyrics were added. Lyrics were tidied up and bowdlerised.

What makes it folk music could be in the method of transmission – from singer to singer, musician to musician. But in our electronic and digital age that is no longer the only way to share and learn a song. Listen to the songs Lennon and McCartney wrote – there’s a significant amount of playground lore and urban folklore in their early lyrics, reflecting their 1950s childhood in Liverpool. Ray Davies, Kirsty MacColl, Damon Albarn – they all reflect a similar awareness of how and where we live in their work.

And just consider for a moment a song like Ewan MacColl’s The First Time Ever I  Saw Your Face. A love song in a folk ballad style, it transformed into a huge hit for Roberta Flack – a far cry from Dirty Old Town. So in the discussion over what folk music is, Lavinia Blackwall claimed that Trembling Bells were psychedelic rock. I certainly recognised that her voice has as much in common with Grace Slick as it does with Sandy Denny. Alex Neilsen however sang one of his own songs, the Bells of Oxford, unaccompanied and containing imagery and a turn of phrase worthy of any traditional ballad. Lavinia was defensive about her beautiful voice – ‘classically trained’.

Whilst it’s fascinating to hear field recordings of an old lady from Kent singing in the early 20th century, and lovely to hear Anne Briggs or Shirley Collins singing old songs in a simple and unadorned way, for me there’s nothing like listening to a voice like Lavinia’s, with its power and beauty. It transcends labels like classical or traditional or psychedelic. To hear her sing The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood was a magical experience. There we were, sitting in a yurt, listening to a classically trained singer who defines herself as psychedelic rock, singing a song whose words were written by a Californian hippy poet, (Richard Farina), with links to the 60s folk scene (married to Joan Baez’s sister) and set to the tune of a Northern Irish air (My Lagan Love).

 This debate on how to define any aspect of culture – not just music – as ‘folk’ isn’t going to go away. There is no definitive answer, just many possibilities. Open to argument but never worth falling out over. It’s a big enough concept to embrace all its potential. A spider’s web. A kaleidoscope. A tapestry woven over time, the shuttle going back and forth from past to future to create the patterns you shouldn’t try to unpick. The heartbeat goes on.

Words: Nicky Crewe


Model Village – A Solution To Everything

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Polly and the Billets Doux – Hold Fast EP

The happiest way of being sad. That’s what Hold Fast, the new EP by Polly and the Billets Doux.

Sure, it starts with ‘Hold Fast’, a foot stomping, groovy song that begs for the moonshine to be quaffed and the Dodge Charger to be fired up, stetson hat comfortably tipped to the front and the bolo tie in the place where it belongs (the bottom of a drawer with all those clothes you don’t want to ever see again). The guitar cheekily flirts with the girl next door, the bass gets the hips a-shaking, the drums keeps the knees moving in unison. It’s sunny, for just 4 minutes.

Although the pace is kept, ‘Factory whistle’ is a little more of a crestfallen one, with a bit of longing and nostalgia rarefying the atmosphere. Great guitar solo, love how the fret work is simply charming. It’s a sweet moment, getting you ready to face the facts, to understand that, as officer Jake Hoyt once said, it’s all about the “smiles and cries”. ‘Hymn song’ is sad and nostalgic, sounding off a bit of frustration in the uttered lamentation of “If I’d gave into your desires / would you come home?” Still, there’s something here that makes it a smiling cry. Polly Perry‘s voice is simply stunning in this one and the a cappella ending is the cherry on top.

This type of juxtaposition is what fuels this very solid EP. The clashing and converging of the sickly sweet and the acidic sour. ‘Fortune of war’ keeps the sense of longing in the air, looking straight in the mirror, seeing and admitting that the once pristine face is now slightly ravaged by time and a thousand broken hearts (both endured and inflicted). Are those crow feet the result of sleepless nights of fun or those long lost lovers who we’ve deleted from our memories? Time won’t tell…

Wonderful EP. Love the cover by the way, it does feel like you have to piece together yourself from time to time (sometimes more often than you’d care to admit).

Words: Sam J. Valdes Lopez

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Opus Acoustics – At the Riverside

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Mender – The Subtle Sting of Change

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Chris Wood @ Belper

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“There are kids who want to buy a house and they’re sleeping on the floor, while other people out there own two or three or more”- Chris Wood (more…)


Tatterattles – EP

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Leslie Sisson – Harmony

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Benjamin Shaw – There’s always hope, there’s always cabernet

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Red Nightfall – Red Nightfall

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Three Cane Whale – Three Cane Whale

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Pree – Folly

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Chelsea Alice Scott – Lucky Girl EP

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Daniel Pearson – Satellites

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