Brigid Mae Power – It’s clearing now (from the s/t album, Tompkins Square)
A thoroughly spellbinding piece of somnolent meandering folk music from the Galway singer recorded with Peter Broderick in Oregon.
A simple guitar strum at walking pace, a chord and a half, a soaring reedy voice pure and bracing as a north wind (if the wind was a reedy thing).
Later bending violins making eyes at Bollywood (well if it was contemplative rather than frisky). Rushes of swirling backing vocals.
It’s a thousand yard drone that you realise was a waltz in another life before being replayed in slow motion with an ancient stoic voiceover.
The voice up close – insistent, deep, nonchalant somehow. Touched by something.
Gripping drama and texture.
A wonderful creation.
A simple guitar strum at walking pace, a chord and a half, a soaring reedy voice pure and bracing as a north wind (if the wind was a reedy thing).
Later bending violins making eyes at Bollywood (well if it was contemplative rather than frisky). Rushes of swirling backing vocals.
It’s a thousand yard drone that you realise was a waltz in another life before being replayed in slow motion with an ancient stoic voiceover.
The voice up close – insistent, deep, nonchalant somehow. Touched by something.
Gripping drama and texture.
A wonderful creation.
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