Showing posts with label Kate Rusby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kate Rusby. Show all posts

31/05/2015

Adelphi has to Fly - Lucy Ward

Track list:

1. The Fairy Boy
2. Alice In The Bacon Box
3. Maids When You're Young
4. Death (Rock Me To Sleep)
5. The Unfortunate Lass
6. Julia
7. The Two Sisters
8. Adelphi
9. F For Love
10. A Stitch In Time
11. Bricks & Love

Running time: 46 minutes
Released: 2011
So this is a recent purchase but not a new disc. It sneaks in the midst of the Ben Folds-a-thon (although its hard to really see it as that given the slow progress in getting through it) by virtue of being an A. I decided to pick this up recently because I needed a make-weight on an order to qualify for free shipping and I had picked up and seen promise in Silent Flame - which I bought following one of the Folk Awards albums on which she was showcased.

I am acutely aware that I have not made it to these pages for a long time - over 2 weeks now. Things have been busy between evening plans and the stresses of buying a new car. That all done with for the time being, maybe I will return to a more consistent posting schedule... but enough excuses, time to get listening!

I have been through this a few times on the commute (prior to the car change) so it is not a blind listen of a new purchase. However it is probably the first time I will hear it clearly, with no banging exhaust to cover it up. The Fairy Boy has a very soft backing that I don't think I had picked up previously, for example - a few sparse piano notes, a lightly droning string or organ of some kind, the latter so faint I really can't tell what it is. I like the song more like this - on a quiet evening at the end of a busy day. The additional structure works nicely to support Ward's voice, which has real potential even if it does not always deliver. There are hints of Kate Rusby in her tones and that is an apt comparison for the second track, which has a gentle roll to it that could be a Rusby song. Not so accomplished in performance, not trained and reinforced through years of grooving as Rusby though, but a decent showing which again, restored by the lack of growling engine noise, is much better than my first impressions.

This third song I don't like much. It has been a bit of an earworm for me in the last fortnight, most annoyingly so as it is one of those songs which employs too much nonsense in place of proper lyrics. I also don't much like the subject matter of what lyrics there are. It's a bloody catchy tune, but the charm is completely lost by the words that go with it. It also dominates my mental impression of the album so much that the next track feels unfamiliar, not heard before, even though I don't think I skipped a one over three journeys.

Death is a dark subject for a song given the subtitle implies lullaby. It isn't of course, a lullaby I mean. Actually its a pretty nice piece - there is an edge to it, a tone that sets it apart from the fare that has been before. The darkness is all in the guitar; the vocal performance does not carry such the same menace or, to be honest, interest. Ward was, I think, very young when this was released, and I think the lack of consistency is probably more a factor of inexperience than anything else. Yet at times her delivery is very mature, studied and impressive.

I am getting goosebumps listening to The Unfortunate Lass, though this is the side effect of bare arms on an evening where the warmth is starting to fade more than a reaction to the song. It is a slow number, a maudlin one, but it is a strong performance, even as the empty arrangement gives her plenty of chance to mess things up. The next piece tells a story that on the face of it tells of a young same-sex relationship, but maybe I am assuming the gender of the teller based on that of the singer (and writer, since this is a Ward original). If so, its a significant subject to take on, and personally I don't think that the song does it justice in a couple of ways. First I think there are some weaknesses in the structure of the writing and secondly I feel the performance is lacking. Where Ward can be strident, bold, here there is a fallibility in the voice which might be appropriate and "in character" for the song, but actually takes away from the experience to my ear.

Two Sisters is a more immediately enjoyable piece. The staccato playing here creates a crucible that sets Ward's singing on fire, the timbres of her voice really gelling with it in the early part of the track. It wavers a bit as the song progresses though, her voice flying higher and losing a bit of the connection with the arrangement and the dark subject matter. There is some really nice build/drop off in the playing here though, despite most of it amounting to repetition of the same loop it sets a fantastic tone. I think this is probably the best track on the album.

In to the last few now, and the song from which the album takes its title is about as uninteresting as anything here - it wanders all over the place, especially in the vocal, whilst the dominant strains of the playing are just... dull. Some of the writing is stretching it, too; it really surprises me that this prompted the title, but still. F for Love is deeply cynical, a darker view of the world than even I can normally conjure - and yet it is paired with a really light, soft-touch piano. It is an odd contrast and one that does not really work for me. I just glanced at the track lengths in WMP and I am surprised that most of the songs top 4 minutes in length because actually none of them really feel like they have that much to them in terms of heft and weight of lyric. I don't mean that as a criticism of the writing (there are points I might make there if I were reviewing), but as an observation that the pieces fly by quicker than expected.

A Stitch In Time is... ugh. A domestic violence story, it's not nice to start with and then answers violence with violence. It has a good outcome for those involved though, somehow. It is also a cappella and not great. At times Ward sounds like she's stuffed up with a cold. It is a memorable track but not a pleasant one.

We close with a more musical tune, but another one that feels light, empty. Missing something. I can see it being a pretty (if sad) song when watched live but on record it gives the impression that things don't quite line up. And just like that it is over and the room falls silent save for my laptop fan.

Two weeks, one post. Must do better. As for the album, there is more to it than I thought, but a lot of tracks, too, that feel weak. It is pretty obviously a debut, more raw and flawed than Single Flame I think. Identifying what to keep and what to chuck now, it may get gutted but not because everything that goes is bad, more that its weaker than similar stuff I have. Still, definitely some keepers too.

28/12/2014

Awkward Annie - Kate Rusby

Track list:

1. Awkward Annie
2. Bitter Boy
3. John Barbury
4. High on a Hill
5. Farewell
6. Planets
7. The Old Man
8. Andrew Lammie
9. Streams of Nancy
10. Daughter of Heaven
11. Blooming Heather
12. The Village Green Preservation Society

Running time: 51 minutes
Released: 2007
Ah Kate Rusby - a proper Northern folk-singing lass. I got into Rusby when Sleepless was Mercury-nodded and fell head over heels for her voice. I have a fair few of her discs but stopped buying more because they got a little too samey after a while. Rusby was was the subject of a TV documentary around the time this album was recorded, which I remember seeing at the time, and recently re-watched in segments on YouTube (part 1 here). Awkward Annie may also be my favourite of hers.

We open with the title track, a Rusby original and a disarmingly charming tune. The chorus in particular is a gem, a really nice roll to it and it suits her delivery perfectly - accent and all shine through. It is a song to make you smile, unless your heart is significantly stonier than mine. I do think Rusby is better at faster, merrier tunes like this. Her voice is lovely whatever she is singing, but her slower songs tend to similar arrangements that are far more forgettable than her singing deserves. I still happily listen to them, but with that pining for busier, bustling songs whilst I do. Bitter Boy is a good example. Pretty song, really nicely sung but the minimalist guitar really does not add much - it might be better a capella. To a point, anyway; I am sure that I would miss the backing were it not there but it does not support and uplift the voice the way it could.

I do not recognise John Barbury from the name, or from the tune that floats out of my speakers. I do like the airy piano melody though - even if it is extremely slow. This bucks the trend I mention above because it is predominantly keys not strings, I think - that old bias of mine again - though I have to say when the (non-guitar) strings join in the swell of the tune improves the track. A better arrangement this, that edge of melancholy giving me goosebumps as I take in Rusby's Yorkshire tones. When the strings fade, the tune they leave behind is nothing like as effective; when they return it lifts to excellence - a really fine track. The tone shifts significantly when it ends. Faster, rickety and a touch more upbeat, High on a Hill is a joy made of muted banjo strings and duetting.

I am pondering a return to work tomorrow following 4 days off for Christmas. The first two were family affairs, the last two a more lonesome low key affair. Today was supposed to have been full of boardgames but non-responses nixed that idea so instead I have frittered it away with a combination of dipping my toe into Steam sale-derived videogames and closing on the end of season 4 of Boardwalk Empire (if ever there is a show that wavers the line of my patience whilst just doing enough to keep me in...). This is the second listen of the day; Alt-J earlier was a torrid waste of time but it felt good to get through it. This one is a musical joy, but I am feeling obligated to write and it is killing the mood a little, making each track seem an age in length.

There are a number of Rusby's own songs here, and these tend to be the more interesting arrangements, making me wonder if reverence for the songs she sings holds back a bit of the creativity when tackling folk standards. If so, it is understandable - if you love the songs in the form they come to you, why change them? - but also why it is always nice to hear the tunes played by different artists with different takes. I am not savvy enough with track names to know where I have intersections of songs across the stable of folk artists in my library so I'll draw this sidetrack closed here, but it gives me something to think on for future perhaps. Meanwhile a couple more songs have floated by, one touched with maudlin airs, another much more bright. I have come to realise I love sad sounds - the particular melancholy that can be achieved by pairing a fiddle with other instruments is a favourite harmony of mine and one I find really lifts folk songs to the point of affecting me strongly. There is not too much of that here because fiddles feature less strongly in Rusby's arrangements than some other musicians' but still...

I am realising just how tired I am, glad to be returning to work tomorrow (to not beb sat here alone again) but also dreading getting up in the morning. The tiredness is part of what has me wishing for the end of this listen - the other factors being the encroachment of hunger into current feelings and more pertinently the excellent cover of The Village Green Preservation Society which closes the disc. This song, used as the title music for the unbearable (to me) BBC sitcom Jam & Jerusalem is a real gem. I am not familiar with the original recordings but Rusby's take is fun, light, delivered exquisitely and genuinely catchy. It is a strong end to the album which, to be honest, I think drifts a bit towards the end. The version of Blooming Heather is a bit warbly and slightly discordant, or maybe that is me projecting against the fact it is the one thing between me and stepping away from the keyboard for dinner.

There's the Village Green. I can close this album with the smile it mostly deserves now. Such a beautiful voice and a track arranged such that it lets it shine out across the moors. It is made of lovely. A fitting closer to anything, really. Now, to get me some tea...