Americana

Gregory Alan Isakov – SWG3 Galvaniser’s

Live music, Music Review

Gregory Alan Isakov may have set down roots in the US state of Colorado, both figuratively and literally, but he is very much at home in Scotland. It’s unsurprising, given this country’s traditions of crofting and folk music – vocations that still go hand in hand to this day – but he also lived in the far north east of the country for a while, tending earth and songs, and always speaks fondly with candour about the people and places he connected with here. His music naturally embodies the richness and simplicity of life attuned to the minutiae of the everyday, contextualised within the vastness of the Universe. It is both intimate and expansive, intentional and meandering, specifically surreal, and embellished with an intangible magic that is uniquely Isakov’s.

On his most recent album, Appaloosa Bones, his first new music in five years, Isakov explores the breadth and depth of human experiences he observed in recent years; he spotlights our strange collective loneliness, hardships and sorrows, as well as the strength and beauty of our relationships – romantic, platonic, situational or otherwise. Sonically the album is a little rawer than his previous compilations; it instinctually stays closer to home and only soars when absolutely necessary. Isakov said he initially set out to create a lo-fi rock record but as the songs of Appaloosa Bones revealed themselves over time the timbre of the project became something more gentle. Similarly when it comes to crafting live performances the songs take the lead.

The delicate tones of the A-side tracks on Appaloosa Bones punctuate the set with brighter moments of reprieve; Before The Sun and The Fall chime with glistening banjo and piano motifs and subtly-hinted optimism. Dark, Dark, Dark offers some deep catharsis before Steve Varney’s swirling, ethereal guitar takes flight across San Luis. Emerging in shadowy silhouette, Jeb Bows’ plaintive violin heralds the opening to a darker passage; This Empty Northern Hemisphere is a journey in which Isakov Goes Electric. It rattles and rumbles, cascading and ascending again as the six musicians on stage wrestle to contain their own sorcery, finally crash landing into a rapturous reception.

Isakov emerges briefly from within, apologetically breaking the fourth wall to introduce his “best friends” in the band before theyturn their hearts and hands to the tenderness of Miles To Go, a troubadour’s ode to life on the road, carried along by piano, steel guitar and harmonica.Big Black Car provides more opportunities for the band members to shine as they trade solos, in the true folk tradition, and then it’s time for them to step out for some air. Isakov takes the spotlight himself, just for a moment, as 3am pleads with regret and promise and resignation into pin-drop silence.

For as much as he deliberately says very little throughout the set, he makes a point to thank the audience profusely for their attendance. It seems like more effort and sacrifice goes into just getting out of the house these days and artists are at the mercy of many factors beyond their own popularity or commercial success. This has never been lost on Isakov despite him consistently selling out consecutive tours across Europe at increasing capacity. SWG3 Galvanizers marks his biggest headline show in Scotland and while the staff are typically lovely and the technical aspects are world class it can be a struggle for some punters to navigate transport around the venue, and in terms of ambiance…well, it’s industrial (in the nicest way) which sets the stripped down performance of Second Chances in stark relief, even within a collection of mellifluous folk ballads. Isakov, Varney and Bowsconjure a graceful waltz while the audience stands spellbound, overawed and barely swaying.Liarsdoesn’t so much build as explodes out of nowhere, a crescendo before the third act.

Dandelion Wine and Chemicals are particular fan favourites, adored for their simplicity and visceral immediacy, and each receives deserving reaction. Isakov prefaces the title track of Appaloosa Bones saying that it’s “too depressing, we’re not gonna leave you with this” before winding up the set with the gloriously weighty Caves, its meditative refrain inviting a full-bodied singalong: “Let’s put all these words away”.The enraptured audience obliges and then begs for more so an encore is respectfully provided. The intricate beauty of Amsterdam and a captivating rendition of The Stable Song– just Isakov on acoustic guitar and Varney on banjo – preludes the stunning finale of the whole band performing Silver Bell around a single microphone, open hearts firmly front and centre. The audience response lasts until well after the house lights have come on. It’s this generous reciprocity between Isakov and his fans that sustains the love between us over the years and many thousands of miles, that keeps him coming back no matter the size of his audience. And in truth, there’s hardly a room left in Scotland big enough to contain the adoration of his fans. Regardless of where he plays, of course, he’s welcome here any time.

Far From Saints – Oran Mor

Live music, Music Review

Far From Saints made their Scottish debut with an intimate, sold out show in Glasgow, giving fans a sneak preview of their live sound and forthcoming album, ahead of some high profile stadium support gigs and summer festivals this year.

It may have been only their third live performance as a band but Far From Saints are far from new to the business of live music, or to recorded music for that matter. Comprised of Stereophonics’ songwriter and lead vocalist Kelly Jones and Austin, Texas band The Wind + The Wave (Patty Lynn and Dwight Baker), the band have found a new thrill in collaboration that began when their respective projects toured together, first in 2013 and later when Jones invited the American duo to open for him on a solo tour in 2019. They bonded over a shared love of the classics – Fleetwood Mac, Neil Young, Led Zeppelin, Tom Petty – and by the end of that tour they had an album’s worth of songs. The resulting self-titled record was delayed significantly by the Covid-19 pandemic but with its now imminent release coming on June 16th, and the band set to perform a slew of open air events over the summer, including support gigs with Kings of Leon and Paul Weller, they wisely decided to throw on a couple of “warm-up” shows in Glasgow and Leeds.

In comparison to the venues Jones has been accustomed to selling out over his 25+ year career, Glasgow’s Oran Mor isn’t just physically small, it’s dangerously intimate. There’s almost no distance between the band, on a waist- high stage, and the 500 punters assembled on the other side of the barrier but moreover, there’s nowhere to hide if things go wrong. And sometimes things do.

While the band assume their positions on stage, Jones takes an extended moment to personalise the occasion with an anecdote about being recognised in a Timpson store earlier while asking for directions to a pharmacy. Two points to be made here: He feels at home in Glasgow and he’s battling a cold. With that information out in the open he tends to keep his chat fairly minimal throughout the rest of the set which, for those familiar with his often narrative-driven performances, is a bit of a letdown. They open with the album’s first track and latest single Screaming Hallelujah, a distinctly indie folk number which is buoyed by bright acoustic guitar and duelling chorus melodies.

From the outset we’re promised a run through of the album and then some covers to finish up. It’s not the exact running order of the album but rather Jones and Lynn alternating introductions and lead vocal duties in equal turns. This generally means switching between mellow (Jones’) and more uptempo (Lynn’s) songs but given that no-one’s heard more than three singles yet the crowd are none the wiser about how the energy “should” flow between these ten songs. What’s so interesting about the audience at Oran Mor, a modest but notable majority of whom are women, is that they seem substantially more enamoured with Lynn and Baker. This makes for a really interesting dynamic between songs where fans shout for their favourite band member – “I LOVE YOU PATTY!” “I LOVE YOU DWIGHT!” and less often “I LOVE YOU KELLY” – but there’s very limited recognition or reciprocity from the stage and eventually the cries become a bit tedious.

Jones launches No Fool Like An Old Fool. Instantly familiar and catchy with a 70s country folk ballad feel, it’s not quite Gram and Emmylou but you can clearly sense the magic that sparked this collaboration in the first place. Then it’s Lynn’s turn to lead Take It Through The Night, much to the raucous delight of the audience. “This is my favourite one to perform because I sing most of it” she declares, tongue loosely in cheek. While she claims to be channelling her inner Stevie Nicks on this number, the twang of the guitars and pounding drums bear more resemblance to Miranda Lambert in her heavier moments. There’s no denying though, Lynn’s voice is the star of the show here.

On Won’t Get Out Alive the contrasting tones of their voices become almost cinematic; Jones’ soft and cloud-like rasp gently enveloping Lynn’s richly bold and resonant delivery. Despite a false start – or two – the set runs smoothly towards the final Southern rock epic, The Ride. This one features more lush vocal duelling, a driving rhythm section and multiple guitar solos before it goes full ZZ Top with a swinging blues rock instrumental outro. It’s so much fun!

When the band return from their brief refreshment interlude – it can’t be called an encore because no-one demanded it, though a few tried here and there – they let everyone witness the duet that catalysed the whole project: a cover of Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around. It’s good enough. They don’t owe anyone more but they insist on another two covers because they’re obviously enjoying playing together. And after a long night listening to mostly unreleased songs the audience appreciate a a few familiar ones that they can sing along to. Lynn puts in a solid turn leading The Ronettes’ Be My Baby before they close out the night on Tom Petty’s American Girl, to genuinely overwhelming applause.

10 Must-see shows at Celtic Connections 2023

Festivals, Live music, Music Review

Enduring the short, dark days of late December in Scotland deserves reward – deserves celebration, in fact – and the best way to celebrate any season in this country is with live music. In dark times, more than ever, we need this; coming together to listen and share stories, to dance, to sing, is the most human of activities. Our deep desire for communal experience is undoubtedly what’s made Celtic Connections an annual highlight of the musical calendar, worldwide, for the last three decades.

With the covid-19 pandemic causing immense disruption over the last two years it’s a joy and a comfort to see the festival returning to full capacity in 2023 for its 30th edition. The disappointment of last year’s late cancellations and the limitations on international guests remain in the past now, with the festival once again offering a vast array of world class talent for audiences of all persuasions. Here is just a selection of gems plucked from within the dazzling 2023 line-up, which may be particularly useful for anyone still wrestling with the paradox of choice.

For Americana fans:

Occasionally the “Celtic connection” inferred by an artist’s inclusion in the festival can seem a little tenuous but for country songstress Emily Scott Robinson, it’s abundantly clear; her latest release, Built On Bones is a collection of hauntingly beautiful songs written for the witches of Macbeth. The setting, tone and spirit of Celtic ancestry will be conjured in her performance, accompanied by collaborators Alisa Amador and Violet Bell.

It’s hard to tell which is more endearing: William Prince‘s effortless, comforting baritone or his delicate weaving of words. In any case, when both combine over his steady but sympathetic guitar playing the result is a total envelopment within the moment.

The rare opportunity to witness the legendary, prodigious talent of Nickel Creek cannot be passed up. Band members Chris Thile, Sara Watkins and Sean Watkins – collectively and in various solo and collaborative endeavours – have been hugely influential on generations of musicians and music fans alike since the turn of the century, and their appearance at this year’s festival will undoubtedly ignite further adoration and inspiration well beyond the reach of their “neo-bluegrass” genre labelling.

For Blues fans:

Amythyst Kiah has risen through the ranks at Celtic Connections to find herself not only headlining her own show but making a guest appearance at the fabled Transatlantic Sessions. Armed with a powerful set of songs and the robust voice made to deliver them, her performances leave an indelible mark on audiences wherever she plays.

It would be rude to mention Fantastic Negrito without at least referencing the fact that his last three albums each won the GRAMMY for Best Contemporary Blues Album in their respective release years, but his talent and musical life force cannot really be reflected in any award or accolade. His live performance is part-sermon, part-therapy, part-rave, part-rock’n’roll exorcism. Those who have seen, heard and felt this music, believe.

For Folk fans:

Award-winning Australian duo Charm of Finches left audiences spellbound on their first UK tour in the summer of 2022. Through evocative lyrics and syrupy blood harmonies, the pair create a magic that lingers long after they’ve stopped singing.

One of the standout performances of 2021’s virtual Celtic Connections event, Dreamers’ Circus bring their sometimes-surreal, sometimes-serene fusion of traditional folk and jazz to light up Glasgow’s Royal Concert Hall stage for a triple billing with Finnish outfit Frigg and Scotland’s own Kinnaris Quintet.

If however, you only see one Scottish act at the festival (seriously, don’t limit yourself) it should be Talisk. The energy and intensity of their performance is only eclipsed by their immense talent, as anyone has seen them before can attest. For those folkies yet to be initiated: hold onto your flat caps!

For Indie fans:

A Celtic Connections favourite over the last decade or so, Aoife O’Donovan has two headline shows at the festival this year. The first night will see her interpreting the “songwriter’s choice” of Springsteen albums, Nebraska, while the following night will take in songs from her own catalogue including her latest critically acclaimed – and too-aptly titled – third album Age of Apathy.

Meanwhile Matthew and the Atlas will make their Celtic Connections debut in 2023, marking their first live appearance since wrapping up touring on 2019’s Morning Dancer. The band’s sonic evolution from indie folk, through more expansive alt-rock, soul and electro elements, bound to Matt Hegarty’s earthy vocal, brings so much atmosphere into any room they play.

For party fans:

In addition to this being the 30th anniversary of Celtic Connections, 2023 marks some milestones for some other significant musical collaborations and collectives within Scotland. The opening weekend sees the 10th edition of Roaming Roots Revue. The guest list features the return of many past favourites including Del Amitri frontman Justin Currie, the breathtaking Irish singer-songwriter Lisa Hannigan and indie rock powerhouse Field Music, all backed by one of the finest house bands in the land, Roddy Hart & The Lonesome Fire. The songbook is wide open this year but the sheer volume of talent present guarantees it will be another great night out.

The closing weekend is also stacked with anniversary celebrations. Scottish indie label Lost Map celebrates its 10th birthday with an afternoon-into-evening affair, encompassing multiple venues within Oran Mor, which will be lead by label founder, the incomparable Pictish Trail. A selection of upcoming and established artists will showcase throughout the event which promises to deliver value for money, both in the quality and quantity of music on offer.

The Isle of Mull’s iconic An Tobar venue will mark its 25th year with a special one-off performance featuring a who’s who of Scottish artists well-kent to its stage including Roddy Woomble, Karen Matheson, Seonaid Aitken, Duncan Chisholm and former Makar Liz Lochhead, among many more of the finest musicians.

Finally – always finally – Transatlantic Sessions returns to Glasgow’s Royal Concert Hall. For first-timers or twentieth-timers, this is the must-see of festival staples. With a house band comprising some of the most experienced and well honed players in the trad and folk scenes from either side of the water, and guests covering the full spectrum of roots music, this two-night event is the epitome of “Celtic Connections”, in theory and in practice. If you want to understand why a festival in Glasgow, in the middle of winter, has become a 30-year international musical phenomenon, the clues are all here.

Advanced booking is always recommended for shows during the festival. For more information and ticketing visit the Celtic Connections website.

Bear’s Den – Newcastle University Student Union

Live music, Music Review

On their second round of touring in the UK this year Bear’s Den have perfected a balance between arena rock and acoustic folk, packing out large clubs while performing with astonishing intimacy to an ever expanding and keenly devoted fan base.

The second-to-last night of this run finds the band, performing as a six-piece, in the rather sleek subterranean venue of Newcastle University’s Student Union. It’s not the grandest space they’ve entertained but it’s also not the shabbiest. From touring heavily in their early years, Bear’s Den have learned to work a lot of different rooms, on any given night of the year; a crowded university basement on a Sunday night is well within their command. And anyway there’s a kind of calm to November gigs that suits this music; when the nights start drawing in early, everyone switches to their heavier coats, as the air densifies with cold and skies become a little less stable. Summer isn’t long forgotten but folk are still happy to be indoors; it’s hygge season, and it’s the ideal climate for a Bear’s Den gig.

This evening’s kindling, the first of two support sets, is provided by Tusks, the spine-tingling musical endeavour of Londoner Emily Underhill. She’s on double duties tonight, opening the show and running the merch table, and yet with only 20 minutes allocated to get this one job done she doesn’t force a performance, easing herself and the audience gently into her mesmeric melodies. Underhill sings graciously through her register, at times slipping into a soft falsetto, but she is at her most affecting when she employs her high, full voice, as on the stunning title track to her latest LP Avalanche. Quieter moments like Demon (“…it’s actually a love song”) test the warmth of the early crowd and, gratefully, they seem to be thawing.

At 8pm the crowd has almost trebled, with a restless rabble engulfing the room as Flyte take to the stage. Although technically now a trio, since the departure of keyboardist/guitarist/vocalist Sam Berridge earlier this year, Flyte have maintained their full-bodied soundscape and delighted audiences throughout the summer with the addition of Jessica Staveley-Taylor (aka “Jess from The Staves” aka “one-third of The Staves”) into their line-up. Opening with a couple of songs from their debut album The Loved Ones, the set is kind of a slow burn up to White Roses, after which the crowd is a lot more settled and receptive. It’s just as well because the band follow this up with their breath-taking a capella cover of Alvvays’ Archie, Marry Me which, if you haven’t heard it, is about the kindest bit of self care you can offer your ears, at any time of year. Go; look it up now and feel the nourishment! They finish off with two crackers in Cathy Come Home and the glowing album opener Faithless.

The stage is dark before Bear’s Den emerge; a disorienting red aura fills the air as the unusually dramatic but iconic opening of Thus Spake Zarathustra heralds the main event. There’s no denying that this particular piece of music will heighten the anticipation of anyone’s arrival but Bear’s Den are not the showiest of bands, so it’s only fitting that they don’t actually walk on until the theme has played out in full; the gag is funnier when they don’t take it to that obvious, excessive conclusion. Humour is one of the band’s many charms.

Leading off with Fuel On The Fire, Elysium and Dew On The Vine, the set has a fairly similar running order to previous shows on the So that you might hear me tour, with the inclusion of two brand new tracks from the band’s forthcoming Only Son of the Falling Snow EP. The first of these is the title track which lead singer Andrew Davie describes as “a kind of Christmas carol, reflecting back over your life”. True to form, it’s a sorrowful meditation backed by some incongruous major chords and uplifting trumpet. It’s glorious. This is followed up with the – possibly even more exquisite – piano-lead ballad The Star of Bethnal Green, which takes its name from a pub adjacent the studio where Kev Jones conceived it. The lyrics paint love as a spiritual experience, at once inspiring, hopeful and comforting. Even in its relatively bare form it feels brighter than most songs in the Bear’s Den catalogue. And as festive folk songs go it’s no less than butterfly-inducing! It’d be show-stopping but Bear’s Den control their own inertia and it’s from here straight into Crow, a bona fide tear-jerker that depicts grief in a way that is uniquely Bear’s Den.

Davie has a knack for relating extraordinary human emotions through deeply personal experiences; his inclusion of very specific details, dates, names, locations, renders a stronger and more immediate connection to the particular events or relationships he’s recounting, as in Hiding Bottles and Above The Clouds of Pompeii, but his broader language leaves scenes open for listeners’ own attachments. This manner of lyricism, this telling-all-without-telling-everything style of writing is one of the reasons fans become so endeared to the band; seeing themselves and their lives in the songs, feeling connected in their shared humanity. At its very least live music is a communal experience.

The unpretentious, candid honesty of their delivery further sets the band apart, such as when they go “off-mic” to hear the crowd singing along to Magdelene. When they unplug completely to perform Don’t Let The Sun Steal You Away unamplified from the edge of the stage it receives one of the loudest rounds of applause all night, igniting the band and setting them on a skyward trajectory. These moments are unique to each crowd no matter how many times the band plays the same set of songs.

The Love That We Stole sounds bigger and bolder than it ever has. The guitars grow louder across Red Earth & Pouring Rain as heavy red light flickers. After the threatening and thunderous build on When You Break, driving and anthemic Auld Wives feels like respite. So much for the calm! The “last song” and “encore” are exposed as conventions but when the band return after a brief period of rousing applause they offer the sincerest and humblest thanks. And when they step out into the centre of the audience to perform Blankets of Sorrow they bring the communal experience to another level of intimacy. It’s a cosy place to be on a Sunday night in November.

Sheryl Crow – Glasgow Royal Concert Hall

Live music, Music Review

Having recently opened shows for the likes of legendary artists Phil Collins and the Eagles, Sheryl Crow is grateful to be back in front of her own audience for a while. With the promise of a two-hour set featuring “a bunch of old things and…some new things too” regulars know to expect a great night. For first-timers the setlist, front heavy with mega hits like “If It Makes You Happy” and “All I Wanna Do”, is a shock to the system and an assertive reminder of why Crow, now in her late 50s, has maintained a position as one of the most revered and sought-after songwriters and female vocalists for over 2 decades.

Her energy and enthusiasm is relentless and it’s clear Crow still enjoys playing the older songs. The crowd reacts with lively call and response singalongs and dancing in the aisles. Crow acknowledges, engaging audience participation, for at least as much as she can understand of the Glasgow accent and vernacular. She shies away from recent albums for the most part but introduces a few tracks from her forthcoming release Threads, due at the end of August. The first of these is “Prove You Wrong”, a collaboration with country star Maren Morris and rock veteran Stevie Nicks. It has an instant classic rock feel that tends a little formulaic towards the end but is no less enjoyable in the context of modern rock radio playlists. Another new single, “Live Wire”, comes under the blues influence of its contributors Bonnie Raitt and Mavis Staples, and is introduced with a cracking anecdote from the recording session with Staples. As one of the slower songs in the set – and it’s by no means a ballad – “Live Wire” is evidence that Crow still has the skill to craft a meaningful and catchy song without sounding like a rehash of former glories or a nostalgic tribute to the successes of youth.

Despite adhering mostly to the acoustic guitar throughout, Crow’s knack for creating rock anthems is indisputable and well supported by her six-piece band that includes two lead guitarists of equal genius in Audley Freed and Peter Stroud; the latter garnering extra attention from the singer for his “snazzy jacket” in addition to his expertise with the six-string. The sound is further embellished with Joshua Grange on pedal steel, Jen Gunderman on piano and Robert Kearns providing bass and particularly stand out vocals as a substitute for Joe Walsh on new duet “Still The Good Old Days”, a song that Crow admits is “about being my age”. Yet the clarity and ease of her voice on the opening of “The Difficult Kind” shows an ageless strength and beauty; her voice is as good as it’s ever been. Sadly, there are times when the full force of the band is too much and Crow’s still-powerful vocal is overwhelmed, mainly by the treble of her own guitar. It’s disappointing to experience this in a room like the Concert Hall which usually delivers perfectly balanced levels, for any genre or musical style. Nevertheless the crowd is on her side and she receives a standing ovation before she’s even finished the set. Admittedly, the performance of “Best Of Times” is well deserving; Crow takes her microphone from its stand and commands the stage from end to end with multiple charged harmonica solos, set against intense strobing as the band gathers around the drum kit to pool and play off  their collective energies.

The final song of the set, “Steve McQueen”, features Crow playing a glittery red, white and blue electric guitar while her two sons – acting as occasional guitar techs throughout the night – join in on maracas from behind the keyboards. When she returns for an encore she mentions that they spent their day over at the Glasgow Science Centre and had a great time taking in the city. She dedicates “Soak Up The Sun” to her Glasgow audience in honour of the beautiful weather, before closing out with a grand rendition of “Real Gone”. The crowd need no further persuasion and remain on their feet for the duration. Warmly received at the top of the show is Hebridean singer-songwriter Colin MacLeod, himself no stranger to opening some pretty big stages, having supported the likes of Van Morrison, Robert Plant and Roger Waters in the last twelve months alone. He played a brief but beautiful solo set of melancholic-sounding songs, drawn mainly from his 2018 debut Bloodlines, with two new songs performed on acoustic guitar sandwiched into the middle of his set. MacLeod shows himself to be a versatile performer; an accomplished guitarist as well as a gifted storyteller and songwriter, with a voice as warm and mellow as a 21 year old single malt.

Black Deer Festival Preview

Festivals, Live music, Music Review

The First {Festival} Day of Summer

In 2018 I was incredibly privileged to be able to attend more than a dozen festivals throughout the UK and Europe. Some I volunteered for as a photographer or reviewer, some as stewarding crew, but most I committed to as a regular punter. It’s taken me well over a decade to realise that I absolutely LOVE festivals. I love open air, indoor, multi-stage, single room, camping, inner city, grassroots diy, community-funded, corporate-sponsored, independent, label-driven, industry-hosted Live Music Events.

By far the most complicated event on my festival schedule last year, in terms of logistics and accessibilty, was the inaugural Black Deer Festival in Kent. Buying a ticket was the easiest part of my plan. The festival takes place on an enormous patch of undulating countryside just outside of Tunbridge Wells. Getting there from my home base in Scotland would be an epic journey by any means, however, in 2018 I was not travelling from home. The opening night of the festival coincided with my being in Berlin to see The Rolling Stones. That’s not a problem worth complaining about but it did present a few issues that negatively impacted my experience of the first festival.

My unwillingness to fly my festival camping equipment from Glasgow to London via Berlin meant a compromise in the form of a “luxury” Bed & Breakfast stay in Tunbridge Wells – exceptional accommodation for a festival in a field. (This was actually a cheaper option than taking hold luggage on my flights.) The downside to staying somewhere off-site (with an ensuite and cooked breakfast) was the lack of transport to the festival. Shuttle buses were provided for the return journey which was a great help but having read information on the festival’s website saying the location was “just a short bus or taxi ride” from the train station I, as a seasoned budget traveller, attempted to reach it by public bus. A mile-long walk across fields in the baking hot southern sun not only left my water bottle empty after 15 minutes, but meant I had another hour to walk around the perimeter of the site as I could not get access at the production entrance – my first point of contact with the festival. This was not a great introduction for me and Black Deer.

All that said, what a lovely time I had there there! It was without question my hottest UK festival weekend of the year, with a mix of outdoor and tented stages and near limitless daylight there was really no escaping the summer vibes. When the sun did eventually set on the Saturday night it painted the sky in neon orange and red as Iron & Wine played out a most beautifully chilled set on the main stage. The family atmosphere during the daytime made it feel like a bit of a play park with the added novelty of constant world-class entertainment, between the live music, food and beverage samplings, craft demonstrations and cultural displays, it was a fantastically busy and interesting place.

I can’t lie; when the 2019 line-up was first announced my heart skipped a beat. My first impressions really put this festival in the “too hard” basket. Too far, too complicated and too expensive. It was hard to imagine putting myself through that stress again for the sake of a “fun” midsummer getaway. But my lasting impressions … and that line-up, even only half-formed … I’m taking a chance; I’m going back to the park this Solstice!

There’s a bunch of artists playing the festival this year who I’ve seen before, some I’ve seen several times. A few are old favourites, particularly as festival sets go. Band of Horses headlined the first year I went to Green Man; like the novice I was I got a pitcher from the Rum Shack right on my way to the Mountain Stage and spent most of their set jumping and dancing ferociously at the back of the crowd, charging down to the front occasionally to snap a photo. The last two times I saw them live was during the summer of 2017, at Haven in Copenhagen and at End of the Road in Dorset, where Ben Bridwell held the sweetest on-stage conversations with fans in the crowd, playing requests and having the apparent time of his life. I have never seen the band deliver anything but the most joyful performances. I basically bought my ticket just for Band of Horses.

John Butler Trio are another festival favourite from my uni days when I volunteered at Groovin’ the Moo to get event management experience. I completed 3 hours of wristbanding and got to see some of the biggest Australian bands of the time. My love for JBT goes back a lot further than that though; they were the first band I ever snuck into when I was underage. When I say I “snuck”, I mean my Mum wanted to see them and didn’t want to go alone so she took me to their gig at the Yamba Bowling Club when I was 17. They played a 3-song encore that lasted around 30 minutes (1 song was an 18 minute epic)! My tiny mind was blown and I’ve been an awe-filled devotee ever since. I’m hoping for similar weather to last year to create a really authentic Australian heat in their performance.

In early 2011, at my first Celtic Connections festival, I stumbled upon the unfathomable magic of The Staves. I followed them obsessively from that first encounter and they were responsible for introducing me to one of the biggest influences on my musical taste in the last decade; Communion. They also provided the soundtrack to one of my favourite roadtrip memories; driving across Tennessee from Knoxville to Lynchburg and on to Memphis, in early winter when “Dead & Born & Grown” had just been released. That album, to me, is quintessential English Americana and it makes perfect sense to see them high up on the bill at Black Deer. Always good fun, down to earth people but completely surreal performers.

If I’m going to talk about incredible performers and “English Americana” then I have to mention Yola. “Walk Through Fire” is going to be on every “Best Of” list this year. The songs on this album are deeply personal and that comes across in Yola’s delivery each time; she means every word, but they’re also extremely listenable. Yola treads a fine line between being absolutely unbelievable and completely relatable, and the live setting is where she connects those identities in front of the audience. Her voice is more powerful and her personality more raw when she’s on stage and I adore being in the crowd when she goes to work. Paul Cauthen is another force of nature when it comes to live performance. He doesn’t need to play up his smooth Texas accent to make you weak at the knees, it’s all there in the boom and bass of his voice. He draws on soul, gospel and traditional country with little sparks of southern rock, funk and R&B thrown in; it’s a heady blend, man! Irresistible.

There’s some big names on the bill, some actual legends, and I’m obviously not going to miss those artists but one of the best things about festivals, for me, is the “discovery” moments. Martin Harley was one of mine at Belladrum last year so of course I’m thrilled to have another chance to see him play. Lucy Kitt impressed me with an early afternoon set at Ramblin’ Roots Revue in April and again at Red Rooster Festival earlier this month. I’ve lost track of how many times someone has asked me “Do you know William Crighton?” over the years. I don’t know him. That is to say, I’ve never seen him live. I don’t even know how it happened but I’ve been following The Hungry Mothers online for a while now and I’m excited to see what they bring to the stage.

Really, there’s too many highlights to mention right now, and it’s all futile speculation pending some kind of timetable, but needless to say I’m very excited for this year’s instalment of Black Deer and I’m looking forward to a smooth journey in and out of that faraway park in the deep south of England. There’s nowhere else I’d rather spend my first days of summer.

Shakey Graves – SWG3 TV Studio

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It’s been more than a minute since Shakey Graves played to an audience in Glasgow. The artist from Austin, Texas was scheduled to appear at The Art School back in March of this year but the so-called “Beast From The East” snowstorm brought an early end to his tour and Scottish fans were left bereft for the time being as the show was cancelled, rather than postponed. Gratefully, another tour was announced for the Autumn but in the wake of the Glasgow School of Art Mackintosh Building fire an alternative venue was chosen and ultimately the gig took place in SWG3’s TV Studio – the very same room Shakey Graves last played in Glasgow over two and a half years ago.

Shakey Graves is the nom de plume of Alejandro Rose-Garcia, whose reputation precedes him through a kind of cultish following. He’s far from the mainstream as far as UK music press is concerned, yet he can find a devoted audience on just about every continent. This latest tour is in support of his new record Can’t Wake Up, released in May on Dualtone and, as anyone familiar this artist will attest, it’s a vastly different sound he’s touting these days.  Gone are the crunchy blues guitar riffs, raw-worn vocals and erratic one-man-band percussion. In their place is an overall more polished, controlled production; the lilting melodies and jaunty accompaniment have a kind of soft-focus and even Rose-Garcia’s voice is pastel-toned. Lyrically the songs are as mythical and mystical as anything in the alt-folk /Americana / country blues / southern rock canon, but with an added dreaminess that elevates them from being intensely personal to universally quizzical.

How then to marry these diverse sonic themes into a cohesive live set? Well, if anyone can do it and do it convincingly, it’s Shakey Graves. A stunning support set from Pennsylvanian artist Petal precedes the main event and is tragically disregarded by sections of the audience. Not even her exquisite cover of Fleetwood Mac’s Silver Springs could grasp the attention of many but it’s nothing personal; for reasons beyond comprehension the crowd are as distractedly chatty throughout the entire show.

Arriving solo to the stage Rose-Garcia begins in familiar territory that sees the most vocal of his audience joining in. Armed with just an electric guitar and his suitcase kick drum and tambourine combo Roll The Bones glistens. The Perfect Parts swings into a pretty rendition of Pansy Waltz before he is joined by the other three members of his band. Christopher Boosahda on drums, Jon Shaw on bass and Patrick O’Connor on guitar complete the Shakey Graves touring line-up as well as being the core performers on the latest album. Immediately the more sophisticated beat behind Big Bad Wolf introduces the next chapter of the show gently. The mesmeric chirp of guitar on Mansion Door distracts from the darkness in its lyrics while the airy shuffling blues of Dining Alone lays its misery bare. The mood is never quite sullen and Rose-Garcia’s expression always tells more than each tale reveals.

Unknown Legend is the point where it really comes together, where the band and crowd are fully invested and committed to the groove; guitars are playing off one another, smiles are being exchanged and Rose-Garcia is especially talkative and comfortable in his banter. Excuses capitalises on this sweet moment with particularly dynamic playing – loud drums against soft vocals – matching the urgency of the lyrics “I can’t wait for summer, I can’t wait for spring / I can’t wait for someone who can’t wait for me”. It’s a natural climax at this point of the night and is followed up with yet another change of pace. Adequately sweaty for now, the band takes their leave to allow for a set of rootsier acoustic songs; Tomorrow, Family Tree and City In A Bottle prove to be definite crowd-pleasers with phones hoisted to film throughout, while the poignant Word of Mouth closes out the set in hushed awe. It’s a lengthy moral that ebbs and flows, drawing the crowd in until they’re hanging on every word. Shakey Graves is the complete entertainer at this point; he sticks his plectrum to his sweaty forehead for a time and dances on the spot. The crowd goes nuts. As the band returns and is officially introduced there’s a sense that the night is still just warming up but quickly then the realisation that we are, in fact, nearing the end settles and the crowd becomes restless and shouty once more.

A boisterous and out of tune singalong ensues on Dearly Departed which, from the band, seems to lack effort in the face of such an energetic reception. Rose-Garcia acknowledges the strict curfew saying “I’m not even going to fake going off” as he ventures one final morbid tale; Late July. The ending hits hard and he blows a kiss from the stage before waving farewell to his adoring fans. With such an extensive back catalogue to choose from, sixteen songs is never going to feel like enough for the cult of Shakey, but they take what they can get and show their fervent appreciation. It’s not so hard to settle for quality over quantity and there’s no disputing; this was a quality performance.

The Decemberists – O2 Academy Glasgow

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It’s an unexceptional Monday night in November that sees an audience gathered in the expansive darkness of Glasgow’s O2 Academy. It happens to be Bonfire Night which seems as good an excuse as any to stand around and listen to folk songs, and for this occasion you’d be hard-pressed to find a more literary story-teller than The Decemberists’ Colin Meloy. The communal spirit that his band embodies is alight in their followers too, and from the moment the band walk on stage there’s a warmth in the air. Fans haven’t just come to bear witness, they’ve come to take part.

A joyful opening set by Philadelphia’s Hop Along is encouraged despite the contrasting weight and density of the two band’s sounds. The overall energy is well matched and there can be no doubt the responsibility of the “warm up act” has been fulfilled.

With his harmonica poised Meloy gives a gracious welcoming salute as the rest of The Decemberists take up their positions.  Don’t Carry It All draws directly on the crowds in-it-together attitude with some vibrant singing and clapping along right from the outset. It’s apparent  early on that fans are elated to see the band again, as song after song is received in similarly boisterous fashion. The first half of the set builds momentum with some catchy choruses and powerful imagery. Blending new songs with the older catalogue happens around some of the more angular melodies; Cutting Stone into Shankill Butchers and despite wheeling out these darker themes early on the feeling in the room remains upbeat.

The Decemberists have a delightful knack for masking miserable tales behind jaunty mandolin and accordion but they also present honestly dour folk, as on the plaintive The Engine Driver which features two 12-string guitars for added pathos. This turns the midset into a rather gloomy interlude and yet the crowd responds with ever growing enthusiasm. “How about a song about the end of the world then?” offers Meloy before launching gleefully into Calamity Song. It’s a considered about-face of sorts, giving a glimmer of hope for at least sonic redemption before plunging deep into the grand tragedy of The Crane Wife 1 & 2. This song has possibly the subtlest build of any folk rock song to feature a xylophone solo and is followed unnaturally and yet obviously by The Queen’s Rebuke / The Crossing from 2009’s exceptionally heavy “The Hazards of Love”. The whole mood turns on this number as the lighting becomes dark and red, the sound is distorted and there is even a guitar solo!

From this point the brilliant synth-driven Severed introduces a suite of songs from latest album “I’ll Be Your Girl”. We All Die Young includes a necessarily tutored call and response bit of audience participation as well as an inappropriately uplifting sax solo. The band are beyond reach now, so elevated in their jubilation and commitment to giving a great performance. The grimmest tales of seduction, drowning and vengeful murder inside the belly of whale spur them on and the audience acquiesces with equal fervour.

Outside it remains an unexceptional Monday night in November but those in the dark of the Academy know it to be otherwise.

Kacey Musgraves – Clyde Auditorium

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“Born in a hurry, always late / Haven’t been early since ’88.” Could a truer opening line have been delivered? 20 minutes after she was due on stage the silhouette of Kacey Musgraves emerged behind a glow of goldenous light. With her band already positioned, distinctly indistinctive in their matching pastel suits, she set her pace with Slow Burn, the first song on her latest album Golden Hour.

The new record is mellow and even by pop-country standards and so it follows that its live incarnation, the “Oh, What A World Tour”, should be equally refined and engaging. It’s another 2 such gentle songs, Wonder Woman and Butterflies, before Musgraves visits any older material and when she does it sounds refreshed and renewed to her current mood. Keep It To Yourself leads in with a Springsteen-esque guitar tone before the pedal steel takes control and steers it into blatant country territory. More bitter than sweet, Merry Go ‘Round elicits the first big singalong of the evening and it’s hard to feel the isolated heartbreak of the song in a room full of voices. High Time is another crowd favourite and sees Musgraves stepping out of glam-mode, relinquishing her powder blue stilettos in favour of bare feet, then later some fluffy blue slides. It’s Casual Kacey time, despite the sequinned trousers and rhinestone-laden denim jacket.

On any scale a Kacey Musgraves show is certain things; honest, personal, fun. You can sense this from the flow of the songs and the onstage banter. While the music is perfectly polished, as it needs to be with a six-piece band behind her, Kacey is not above engaging with her audience in a way that makes her special among Nashville’s starlets. She feels her way between the songs as if the stage is smaller, the crowd is closer. It’s an intimacy that’s hard to pin down but it’s very real. She created the same atmosphere nearly 8 months back when she headlined the final night of C2C – Country To Country just across the way at the much larger SSE Hydro. Unlike then however, tonight she only has to play for her audience, rather than swaying a festival crowd, and she does so with much credit to her band. After taking time to introduce everyone on stage, and thanking all her crew behind the scenes, she brings the band together out front for a light-hearted rendition of Family Is Family.

Velvet Elvis sees sections of the stalls up dancing which Musgraves encourages, “This is a better party like this”.  It’s a gentle momentum to maintain with songs like Happy & Sad and the sweetly melancholic Space Cowboy but the crowd carries it on, finally arriving at the upbeat empowerment anthem Follow Your Arrow. Leaving the crowd in a jubilant state, Musgraves and band make a swift exit and remain obscured for several minutes before returning to frenzied applause.

It’s a mixed bag encore opening with the achingly delicate Rainbow before detouring into a humorous but ultimately unnecessary cover of NSYNC’s Tearin’ Up My Heart. The only redeeming aspect of the cover is that it features the support act, the very talented indie singer-songwriter Sophie Allison, aka Soccer Mommy, in a choreographed dance routine. Nevertheless, the mood is lightened sufficiently to close the night out with brilliant rainbow strip lights and a dazzling mirror ball as High Horse wraps the night in its fuzzy disco charms. In the last twinkling light before the stage fades to black Kacey Musgraves waves a sincere farewell to her adoring audience and they respond with mutual gratitude; each wants to thank the other and no-one wants to say goodbye. It’s the way every show should end.

Lord Huron – The Sage

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“We’ve always been a ghost-friendly band” quips Ben Schneider. “It’s good to see they’re out tonight especially in the upper levels. They’re going fucking nuts up there by the way” he jokes while he demonstrates an exaggerated style of dad-dancing. It might be a surprise to UK fans of Lord Huron to find the band booked into such an extravagant venue as Sage One in the beautiful Gateshead complex but by the end of their spirited performance there could be no doubting, this is a band who belong on the big stages.

Other venues on this leg of the Vide Noir tour have been as varied as any the band has ever played; from a night at London’s famous Roundhouse to the obscure Sheffield nightclub, Plug the night before their appearance in the north-east. Schneider points out that they’ve never played on this side of the river before and it seems by the crowd’s response that they’ve also travelled from outside the local area. This is the second round of touring in the UK for Lord Huron this year and they’ve made certain to cover new territory once again, bypassing Manchester in favour of Liverpool, and leaving out Scotland, Ireland and Wales altogether. It’s perhaps unsurprising then to find rows of empty seats in such a grand concert hall, for a band who typically fly under the mainstream radar, however this void in no way diminishes the band’s performance. The energy radiating from the stage throughout their set is just enough to reach the souls at the very back of the hall without black-braining them in a cacophony of distorted guitars, storming bass, luscious harmonies, turbulent percussion and eerie theramin. All these sounds exist within the space but never is one found wandering aimlessly.

The set is heavy on tracks from the latest release, “Vide Noir”, which sees the band experimenting a bit more with the dark side of studio magic. There are times, before the band first emerges on stage and at occasional intervals throughout, where a mysterious voice urges listeners to “follow the emerald star” while a jazzy lounge tune grooves in the background. These mellow moments are offset by Schneider’s resonant vocals and Miguel Briseño’s pulsing bass. Opening with the buoyant but chorus-less teaser Never Ever, the band lay their intentions bare: We came to rock! The feeling is mutual, at least on the floor where punters are bouncing around, fists pounding the stratosphere in attempts to reach a heightened state of elation.

The World Ender is a dark and brooding tale that brings everyone crashing back to barren earth, unsure how they arrived and curious to see what fates await. Meet Me in the Woods continues their journey into the unknown before emerging through the black magic of Secret of Life and the character study of a chance meeting with an undead World Ender in Dead Man’s Hand. Schneider’s hair refuses to be contained beneath his fetching fedora and the hat meets the ground at regular intervals as the band lift off on more raucous songs like Back From The Edge and Ancient Names, Pts. 1 & 2. There are also times when Schneider removes his headwear for romantic effect as on the crooners Wait By The River and When The Night Is Over. There’s a sonic theme to these songs on the record that is well spaced in the live set, always keeping the crowd in anticipation of their next wayward turn.

The echo of an owl, a distant thunderstorm and crackling campfire lead into a string of crowd favourites from the band’s debut LP, 2012’s “Lonesome Dreams”. Ends of the Earth, Ghost on the Shore and She Lit A Fire instantly transport devoted listeners back the band’s earlier explorations while providing an atmospheric shift in the tone of the evening. It’s subtle but cleverly crafted. Moonbeam and Hurricane stir up the crowd with additional guitarist Brandon Walters and keyboardist Misty Boyce having their own dance-off either side of drummer Mark Barry. It’s a fun set and the audience can’t help but catch the vibe too.

Between the pulsating green lights that silhouette the band on the Ancient Names twin-set there’s a romantic interlude from “Strange Trails” in the form of La Belle Fleur Sauvage and Fool For Love which sees Schneider throwing flowers into the audience before accepting certain death in a bar fight over the object of his affection. It’s the kind of dramatic contrast fans have come to expect from the last two albums and it’s well received by the audience, by now hustling to keep up with the twists and turns of the night. Way Out There takes them gently by the heart and leads them through the dark spectral landscape. The set winds into its natural close with Time to Run. The energetic acoustic anthem is embellished with flourishes of Tom Renaud’s gloriously crystalline guitar, playing out the main set before another haunting voiceover recites a poem composed explicitly for the Vide Noir shows featuring, among its lines, every song title from the album. It’s weird but it fills the void left by the band’s departure.

There’s no need for an awkward, forced encore – not that the crowd weren’t demanding one anyway – and when the band re-emerge from the darkened recesses at the edge of the stage they bring yet a new energy with immortal hit The Night We Met. The song has been popularised by its use in various TV drama series but the core fans knew it as the bittersweet album closer to “Strange Trails” over 3 years ago. On this occasion there’s a hopeful sense that Lord Huron will return to UK theatres of this scale in the not too distant future, to wow new audiences with their unique stories, curious characters and vivid soundscapes. Nothing could exemplify this more than the jubilant finale, The Stranger. Delighting their audience with arguably their most successful single and following it up with one of their least known tracks is the kind of stunt a band like Lord Huron can pull off in any setting, such is their devoted listenership and the inspiring diversity of their catalogue.

Rumours of another turn through Europe next year have left fans hanging on the edge of the known realm, aching to see what mysterious encounters lay beyond.