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updated: 01/23/2006

SHIRLEY COLLINS AND THE NEW ALBION BAND:

Eponymous title. [On her own, Ms. Collins is good; the New Albion Band is terrific – why isn’t the chemistry hotter on this album? It’s just a bit too P.C., save-the-whales in tone for my taste and Collins sings with a slightly smug, self-righteous, sound that ill-becomes both her and the music. Four or five good cuts; the rest is for die-hard completist fans only.]

THE ENID: Aerie-Faerie Nonsense. [A cult band that was apparently as reclusive as the Loch Ness Monster. Their music is, maybe, the bastard son of Brian Eno and Clannad, only more sensuous than the former and less "commercial" than the latter, which is not to pout down Reno & Clannard, both of whom I like very much, but to try to fix what’s so special about The Enid. Their music is elfven without being coy and hobbitoid; richly atmospheric and extremely delicate. The group made only 2-3 albums and then vanished; silkies came out of the sea one night and dragged them down…of maybe it was the servants of Dagon. There’s definately a suggestion of the Lovecraftian about their sound…… Check them out, if this admittedly lame excuse of a blurb engages your interest. Outstanding sonics contribute to the Mood.]

ASHELY HUTCHIN:

The Compleat Dancing Master. [Mixes hilarious quotes from an 18th-Century book with appropriate ballads and instrumental cuts that really swing. Fine musicianship mixed with a nice touch of dead-pan irony. A charming collection and decidedly off-beat.]

J.S.D. BAND: COUNTRY OF THE BLIND [Let’s call ‘em the Rolling Stonehenges, and suffice it to say that in this live concert, as they do on most other occasions, the band brings the crowd to their feet. Such musicianship must be impervious to rivers of beer, or be able to unite, in spirit, with the soul of the hops, so let’s raise a mighty toast and pass the hat, so’s we can send ol’ Bridgett, there, out for another round of pints. Here, luv, that’s a fiver fir your trouble to boot. O’ course, me an’ the lads have a fiver and a sixer and some in-betweens for you, if you catch our drift… [Sounds of breaking crockery, female shrieks, the gendarmes’ whistles tooting, throttled-back IRA slogans, sound of plate glass pub window being smashed, girls screaming, men cursing – just another good night of Irish music! Titles of the cuts:}

Country of the Blind Wonders of Nature

Cooleys Don’t Think Twice, it’s all right

Childshood Memories Morning Dew

Sara Jane Cousin Caterpillat

Old Time Heartaches Over and Over

Nancy Hope

Jenny Picking Cockles

 

John Martyn: Live at Leeds. [A 12-inch EP with five extended-length cuts on it. Captures the live excitement that seems to come with a Leeds gig and given the talent in the band on this occasion, that’s saying a lot. Timing for the whole, both sides, is … well, the album doesn’t say. Looks to me like twenty-two minutes max. I really should play this before attempting to describe it, but I got deadlines coming out my ears today so that’ll have to wait. Surely, someone in this crowd of musical sophisticates MUST know who John Martyn is. Well, don’t all speak at once! Titles of the cuts:

Make no Mistake;

Bless the Weather;

The Man in the Station;

I’d Rather be the Devil;

Outside In;

Solid Air

 

THE POGUES:

Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. [Punk, Irish, sea-shanties! Arrrgh, matey, what’s not to like about these sodding – or is that "sodden"? – lads?]

STIVELL. Alan:

Live at the Olympia. Back to hardcore Celtic roots, with skirling pipes, leathery drums, and the glint of druids; blood of a Claymore’s edge. Gawd, I love this stuff!

STIVELL, Alan:

Renaissance of the Celtic Harp [Stivell is to the bardic harp what Heifitz was to the fiddle: a virtuoso sans pariel. This, his first album, evokes the Celtic mystique better than anything except a handful of CLANNAD cuts and some of the early STEELEYE SPAN ballads. Okay, so the blended-in sound of waves lapping on the shore at the start verges on schmaltz, but when those poured-silver arpeggios come rippling in, the hair on your arms will stand at attention. His slightly husky baritone IS "bardic", hypnotizing, even when he sings in his native language, Breton. Just close your eyes and be transported to the world of Lord Dunsany…or Tolkein, for that matter. Unutterably beautiful]

STIVELL, Alan:

Third International Tour album. [The master of the Celtic harp here ventures into Bob Dylan territory with songs that are mostly quiet, introspective…and sung in Breton. Not his most memorable work, but, even on an off-day, Stivell’s artistry still makes the angels smile and the wind blow sweetly through the heather.]

"TELYN CYMRU". VOL. 2 ‘’ "THE HARP OF WALES". The ‘COR GODRE’R ARAN’ Choir; w/ harpist Einion Eduards. [A beautiful compendium of "CERDD DENT" ballads, performed by a regionally famous ensemble. Cerdd Dent is a curious indigenous Welsh art form, in which the chorus intone the verses of well-known songs and the harpist improvises an accompaniment in whatever style he or she desires, except it must be another melody entirely. I’m not sure I hear all the subtleties of this yet – some exposure and ear-training must be requires – but I do hear a generously-timed album of gorgeous Welsh ballads and harpistry. I’m also reasonably certain of its authenticity, as the album notes are entirely in Welsh, except for a couple of paragraphs in English. If you’re into Celtic music, here’s a fascinating sub-genre of it, pure as a mountain stream. The lyrics are often somewhat unusual, too, as in this satirical ballad, contrasting a smitten swain’s description of his new heart-throb with an objective observer’s description of her charms:

I once loved a country lass

Her feet like Madog’s boats,

The tip of her nose longer than two,

Ears like those of a hare,

Her glances as like that of a Rock,

And her voice like that of a cock.

 

THE WATERSONS:

"For Pence & Spicy Ale" [British folk/gospel/shaped-note-sounding family band with spine-tingling harmonies and a down-home feel that I find irresistible.]