Swamp Dogg. Sorry You Couldn’t Make It. Joyful Noise

swamp_dogg_daniel_final_grandeThey say you can’t keep a good Swamp Dogg down and that’s certainly the case for 77 year old Jerry Williams, still going strong since he started making music in the late 1950s. Best known for a slew of cult albums in the seventies, recorded mainly in Muscle Shoals with Williams claiming to be influenced by LSD and Frank Zappa, he also claims to have been into country music since his childhood. Indeed, his 1972 release, Cuffed, Collared & Tagged included a tremendous interpretation of John Prine’s Sam Stone.

Sorry You Couldn’t Make It follows on from William’s 2018 “comeback” album, Love, Loss And Auto-Tune and he retains his coterie of admirers from the Americana world including Justin Vernon. It’s a much more organic album with a full-blooded Memphis soul sound despite being recorded in Nashville, check out the Staples like groove of Good, Better, Best. There are moments when it falters as on the sentimental Memories, a song which features John Prine singing with Williams. It would probably sound fine in a stripped back fashion but the arrangement is over fussy with outdated effects.

However, from the opening and classic soulful surge of Sleeping Without You Is A Dragg, a real soul swamper of a song, all of the necessary ingredients are present and correct for a very fine slice of country soul. Stabbing keyboards, metronomic percussion, waves of churchy organ and baleful horn riffs along with clipped and tight guitar lines allow Williams to bear comparison with the likes of Solomon Burke. Don’t Take Her (She’s All I Got) is in a similar style and it’s worthwhile noting here that Williams wrote this song back in 1970 and watched Johnny Paycheck take it to the top of the U.S. country charts in 1971. Here Williams reclaims it as his own. Perhaps the most powerful of all these soulful numbers is the heartbreaking I lay Awake which is awash with Duane Allman like slide guitar. Less churchlike, there is Family Pain,  an intoxicating blend of country fiddle and stinging guitar with Williams railing against the drug epidemic in Curtis Mayfield mode .

John Prine returns for the closing song, Please Let Me Go Round Again, a much more successful collaboration, as these two old friends reflect on their lives as if they were swapping tales before a toasty hearth. As the band vamp on in quite a brilliantly laid-back manner, the pair chat, allowing us to eavesdrop. It’s quite wonderful and the recent death of Prine gives the song an added poignancy.

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Whitney Rose. We Still Go To Rodeos. MCG Recordings

2019-whitneyfrontcoverfinal5b3000px5dHaving blasted onto the scene with two excellent releases back in 2017 (South Texas Suite and Rule 62), accompanied by some terrific live shows on this side of the pond, Whitney Rose returns to the fray with an album which is much more nuanced than either of its forebears. We Still Go To Rodeos roams much further from the tough Austin country and southern soul one might have expected to hear with several of the songs having much more rock edge to them, a possible result of Rose having taken to a quote  from Marty Stuart calling Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers the best country band of all time. To this end Rose has gathered some crack players including Gurf Morlix on guitar and Lisa Pankrat on drums and roped in Paul Kolderie (of Uncle Tupelo and The Pixies fame) as producer. Together they have produced an album which, given the right breaks, would certainly widen Rose’s audience while still satisfying her core fans.

The album opens with a triumphant chord on slide guitar as Rose sashays into Just Circumstance, a grim telling of a teenager never given a chance but uplifted as the band play with some gusto and great country rock licks. Home With You is another glorious country rock offering with some southern sultriness somewhat akin to Dusty Springfield added to its mesmerising mix and this is maintained on Believe Me, Angela which flows wonderfully with a delicious pedal steel solo as Rose sings of a Jolene like character adapting to being the ex and offering advice to her usurper.

Things get hairier as the guitars grind up for the slam bam rock’n’roll assault of In A Rut, a full tilt pell mell run through with Rose in full control throughout, well able to shout out the chorus. I’d Rather Be Alone is another rocker which is as sinewy as a Springsteen number while Rose sings it as if she were once in The Bangles while Better Man recalls the post punk country of bands such as The Long Ryders. Sliding back into southern slinkiness, Rose and the band get funky on Blame Me For The Rain, a very fine Bobbie Gentry like wallow and then on Thanks For Trying, an expansive thrash which sounds as if Rose had resurrected the Stray Gators, she ties together her new found Pettyness and her country roots quite wonderfully.

In the midst of all this there’s space for the winsome A Hundred Shades Of Blue with its delicate pattern of acoustic guitars and slight border style along with the delightful acoustic skip of Don’t Give Up On Me. The title song closes the album in a somewhat offbeat style as Rose gets all domestic and romantic with Bruce Channel like harmonica, pit pattering drums and swooning guitar. It’s a torch song of sorts but not louché, more satisfied.

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Scarlet Rivera. All Of Me

71mb4zpoayl._ss500_Scarlet Rivera’s 15 minutes of fame was back in 1975 when Bob Dylan spied her on a New York street, clocked her violin case and invited her to his studio. Soon enough she was on the Rolling Thunder tour and her gypsy like violin was an integral part of Desire. Dylan moved on and Rivera continued as a solo artist, releasing a dozen or so albums of new age or Celtic inspired tunes. All Of Me, a six song EP, is her first foray into singing her own songs.

Working in partnership with Tim Goodman who produced the disc and co-wrote all of the songs, Rivera confounds expectations as she turns out to be a fine singer, her weathered voice has the patina of experience one associates with the likes of Marianne Faithful and she uses it well on the majority of the songs here. Her violin, while not exactly taking a back seat, is merely part of the band with no grandstanding.

The first songs find Rivera in gritty mood. Dust Bowl visits Steinbeck territory on a fine acoustic country blues number where her violin duets wonderfully with Johnny Hoy’s harmonica. Lady Liberty, a savage diatribe aimed, it seems, at the current resident of ‎1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, prowls and snaps with a southern style, barbed guitars and  gospel like backing singers backing Rivera’s throaty growls. All Of Me pales somewhat in comparison but its full bodied band swing with parping baritone sax and some virtuoso violin playing allows it be a more than enjoyable listen which would probably be great in a live setting. 50/50 tackles sex discrimination with some vim and vigour. It’s another low slung bar blues number with some southern accents taking it in a New Orleans direction while Rivera vamps vocally towards the end as if she were a sixties southern soul belle.

Rivera moves away from her bluesier side on the remaining two songs and they do suffer as a result as her voice is less suited to more introspective pieces. Sacred Wheel limps along somewhat with an arrangement which never takes wing on what is a tender ballad. Song Bird, a tribute to Joni Mitchell is more successful as its arrangement is reminiscent of Mitchell’s mid seventies work with billowing bass and fine soprano sax, however the lyrics are somewhat clichéd.

Whether this will open a new chapter for Ms. Rivera remains to be seen but the gutsier numbers here are promising.

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The Unthanks. Diversions Vol. 5 – Live And Unaccompanied

live-and-unaccompanied-albums264973638One of the most inventive groups currently working in the UK folk field, The Unthanks are somewhat unique in their ability to conjure up a sound which seems as ancient as the oldest oaks in the land while also being experimental and celebrating the likes of Robert Wyatt’s jazzpoetry. Their catalogue is peppered with diversions as when they decided to record an album of songs written by Nick Drake’s mother but throughout it all, one thing stands out, their glorious singing. This disc showcases those voices, Becky and Rachel Unthank with Niopha Keegan completing the trio. Recorded live over several concerts, the trio sing unaccompanied, conjoined throughout and sounding by turns traditional, spooky and occasionally humorous. The best moments are chilling as myths and legends and old, old folk tales are sung deliciously. Fans of The Wickerman and of those 1970’s kids’ programmes which had eldritch theme songs will be well delighted by what’s on offer here.

It’s not all weird sisters singing as they dig into their local roots for the earthy Geordie Wedding Suite, sung magnificently in local dialect, while Where’ve Yer Bin Dick is a very short and wonderfully silly street song. However, the meat of the album is in those moments when the three singers send shivers down the spine. Magpie is perhaps best known via its inclusion on the Beeb’s Detectorists and they deliver a grand version here. Griesly Bride, originally an Australian poem, is wintry and chilling with a lycanthropic twist while Karan Casey’s Weary of Lying Alone seems to have been dredged from a misty peat bog. Maenwhile they wring out all of the melancholy and loss of Molly Drake’s Poor Mum but perhaps the best moment of the album is the stupendous We Picked Apples In The Graveyard, a song by Richard Dawson. With its bucolic lyrics tinged with menace, it’s just wonderful. They swing into a powerful Bread And Roses and close the album with an even more powerful moment as their audience joins in on Farewell Shanty before an ambient hum fades the song out.

Live And Unaccompanied can’t be faulted. An apacella album of folk songs might seem a hard sell but let it in to your life and you’ll be well rewarded. Simply superb.

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Amy LaVere. Painting Blue. Archer Records

a1220605408_16Compared to her peers, Amy LaVere flies seriously under the radar. She has a fierce fan group but unfortunately, that’s not reflected in the mass media despite a critically well-respected back catalogue. To be honest, Painting Blue probably won’t change that but it will delight those in the know while we’d challenge anyone who has an ear for velvety Americana musings not to immediately like this album. The immediate lure is LaVere’s seductive voice, soft and silky, warm and comfortable; she could sing the alphabet and make it sound interesting. Then there’s the music, immaculately played, an eiderdown of gliding guitars and tender percussion with occasional strings and things all adding to a listening experience which is at times dreamlike.

A more than able writer, LaVere has a history of slotting interesting cover versions into her albums and so it is here as she opens the disc, rather bravely, with her take on John Martyn’s I Don’t Want To Know (Americanised here to I Don’t Wanna Know). It’s brave because Martyn’s original is definitive and it’s rare that any cover could hold a candle to it. LaVere’s rendition is upscale sophisticated lounge jazz and will probably bewitch newcomers to the song but it’s, to say the least, an odd start. Further on, she sings Elvis Costello’s Shipbuilding more successfully, transforming it into a childlike fantasy while a cover of David Halley’s Stick Horse Kid is a sublime accordion spiced slice of blue collar American life.

She really gets into gear on No battle Hymn which prowls wonderfully in full band mode with swirling organ and pulsating rhythm as LaVere laments the current state of the world. Painting Blue On Everything is another fully pumped up song with organ stabs, gutsy guitar and swirling strings with LaVere positively crooning on what could be a love song to Picasso or just a personal memory of a lover. There are some lighter moments as on the fleet footed Girlfriends with its slight Mexicana tilt while Not in Memphis burbles with elements of southern soul especially in the playful organ fills. The summit is achieved in two songs midway through. Love I’ve Missed wanders wonderfully with glimmering guitars and glossy pizzicato strings as LaVere goes all bedsit lost romance on us while the immense No Room For Baby does seem like a personal confessional, LaVere singing about not being a mother, taking that decision which is often weaponised against women. It’s a tremendous song as the players flit in and out – weeping strings, female chorus singers and pattering percussion – along with LaVere’s intimate voice centre place in what is a powerful performance.

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Fierce Flowers. Mirador

miradorWho knew that Paris had an underground old time American folk music scene? We certainly didn’t but it was there that this enchanting trio sprang and this, their debut album is certainly a breath of fresh air. The trio, French guitarist Léopoldine Guillaume, German fiddle and banjo player Julia Zech and American/Armenian double bassist Shushan Kerovpyan have been playing together since 2016 after meeting on a houseboat on a Parisian canal. Strangely, they plump for a Spanish title for the album, a Mirador being a Catalan term for a tower, but their pan European heritage is well displayed with several songs sung in French while their string band sound is peppered with elements of chanson and Hot Club like jazz fiddle. This element is finely blended with an astute grasp of American idioms as on the gospel infused Tell me Now.

The album opens in the heart of American folklore as they sing a Walt Whitman poem, Song To The Open Road which is Appalachian to the core while, later on, they offer the beautiful three part harmonies of Thorny Path which has an eerie fiddle solo straight out of Sleepy Hollow. Throughout the album the three players excel as a combo, the instruments perfectly played while their vocals, singly and together are a joy throughout with the seductive Belle Paresse perhaps the best example.

Almost inevitably, their blend of French language and American folk brings to mind the McGarrigle Sisters but their quirkiness, heard best on the closing two songs, How To Fly and Underwear In A Letter recalls The Roches. So, if a band which can combine The Roches and the McGarrigles are your bag, then grab this album. It’s rather lovely.

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Dean Owens & The Southerners, Leith Dockers Club, 13th March 2020

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As Dean Owens & The Southerners thrashed into a fiery rendition of Last Song at the close of his set on what was a particularly memorable occasion, little did we know that it was to be one of the last songs everyone gathered here was to hear in a live setting for some time. Yes, this was a pre Corona lockdown show, just slipping under the wire before The Dockers club and every other venue in the land put up the shutters. That it was Friday the 13th was unnoticed at the time.  The gig was supposed to be the opening slot of a UK tour supporting the release of Owens’ retrospective compilation of his best songs, The Man From Leith, but that rapidly unravelled leaving this night as the sole date on the tour. As they say however, every cloud has a silver lining and at least Owens can take some comfort from the fact that this special night occurred. And it was a special night for several reasons.

This was Owens in his home territory, surrounded by family and friends. The eponymous man from Leith is Owens’ father, once a Leith docker and a long time member of the Leith Dockers Club which was established in 1946, one of the many social clubs established to afford a communal social space with affordable drinks for the industrial working masses. These days the only dockers here are long retired but the club is a vibrant community hub providing affordable entertainment although it, along with similar clubs, doesn’t often feature gigs by the likes of Owens. However, as Owens explained, it was on the very stage he was on tonight that he first performed in public (“Maybe a wedding, or a funeral, I can’t remember”) and so the stage was set for a triumphant return.

The audience was an odd mixture. There were Owens fans, keen to hear the songs and get their hands on the new LP at this official launch gig. They were outnumbered slightly by the usual denizens of the club, stalwarts all, more accustomed to having a dance and some bingo in the interval while there was also a large contingent of Owens’ family, there to see one of their own. To their credit, Owens and the Southerners satisfied all (aside from the bingo players) with glorious en masse dancing as the show ended.

IMG_1986 copyFamily featured heavily in the set list. The Man From Leith was of course delivered as was Owens’ song for his mother (with Owens fondly recalling her couthy sayings), a song for his daughter, the rarely performed Baby Fireworks, and his tribute to his late sister on Julie’s Moon.  The last was particularly poignant as many in the audience had known Julie and Owens, accompanied by Amy Geddes on fiddle, performed the song bravely. Reaching further back, Owens celebrated his history with a rousing Dora, accompanied by a terribly funny tale of researching the family tree.

IMG_2015 copyThe Southerners, Jim Maving on guitars and Tom Collison on keyboards and bass, looked into the maw of The Dockers and survived. In fact, they seemed to thrive on the whole set up with lots of pictures on social media of them imbibing the cheap drink and embracing the regulars after the show ended. Augmented by Amy Geddes for the night, The Southerners played their hearts out with Maving waxing tremendously on slide guitar and having some great fun when he pulled out his mandolin for their delivery of Buffalo Blood’s Reservations. Added to the mix for this night, Geddes’ fiddle gave an extra dimension to The Southerners’ sound and was a fine vocal foil to Owens on Strangers Again.

The crowd lapped up songs such as The Night Johnny Cash Played San Quentin and Up On The Hill and by the time Last Song rolled along there was dancing, led by an intrepid lady who was cajoling all in the front seats to join in. The band returned for an encore which kicked off with a song Owens had just written for the dockers and their love of dancing. The band didn’t know the song but they vamped along bravely as the dancers poured from their seats. There was brief respite as Raining In Glasgow reigned over the audience before Owens bowed to the crowd and sang one of their favourites, Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline ! Now, that’s probably an experience which will probably never be repeated and which added to the uniqueness of the night and it did what it was supposed to do as the dance floor filled and everyone joined in on the chorus. It was somewhat surreal but it cemented the band’s link to the audience and for this reviewer it was a moment to remember before the shutters came down. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before we can all dance and sing along together again.

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Apologies to Dean and all for the wait for this review, stuff happens. See you all on the other side.