Honest, in-depth album reviews by KLOF Mag – championing and curating intelligent, uncompromising voices in contemporary and experimental music since 2004.
Albums
Ben Walker has said that “Making this album has felt a bit like a treasure hunt”. On the evidence presented here, there is no question that the treasure has well and truly been found. Ben’s reputation for melding tradition with ground-breaking, innovative, indeed passionate, music, is truly enhanced with this exceptional release.
David heads to Black Deer Festival at Kent’s Eridge Park and shares some his personal highlights including Kris Kristofferson and The Strangers, John Butler Trio, The Staves, Band of Horses, Trials of Cato, John Smith, Jerron ‘Blind Boy’ Paxton and more.
Resonant Rogues, Sparrow and Keith J. Smith, return with a breathtaking album which clocks up the musical air miles from France to Appalachia. Catch them on their UK tour in July.
Cara Luft and JD Edward make a welcome return as The Small Glories as they celebrate a sense of place. On the final track ‘Winnipeg,’ they sing “It’s the music and the vibe where our spirits come alive”, something that seems a pretty good description of the album too.
Erlend Apneseth Trio demonstrate that wildness is still possible in folk music, as is a democratic, inclusive form of experimentalism. You are unlikely to hear a more innovative album all year, or one more in touch with its roots. Salika, Molika is an avant-folk marvel.
Nashville-based couple Scott and Kim Collins, best known as The Smoking Flowers, return with a stripped-down acoustic album, an affirmation of their shared love and the triumph over adversity, it snowballs into your heart.
“The Lost Words” finally reaches us in the form of Spell Songs. Composed by eight of folk’s finest contemporary talents: Karine Polwart, Seckou Keita, Julie Fowlis, Kris Drever, Jim Molyneux, Kerry Andrew, Rachel Newton and Beth Porter, the songs bring us hope for the future.
The quiet magic of I Feel Nothing Most Days is difficult to pin down, but in that essential unknowability, that sense of mystery, lies some of its appeal…like an instant, a snapshot of a rainy afternoon, slightly blurred, mysterious and beautiful.
Liz Conway’s Downhill All The Way serves as a lovingly configured, carefully produced artefact in memory of the incomparable Terry Conway, who still remains comparatively unknown in folk circles and grossly under-represented on record, but whose all-too-infrequent live performances still resound in the memory, years on.
