Albums

A love found, lived and lost in eight songs, simply but beautifully crafted in its musical and emotional notes, it’s the album equivalent of a Richard Linklater or Woody Allen bittersweet romance.

It takes real skill and inspiration to make the new versions sound like that’s how they were always meant to be. The True Adventures of Independent Country have both in abundance.

Refreshingly contemporary in their approach, while staying true to their Highland influences; with Road To The North, Assynt have created a debut album that marks them as one of our most impressive young bands.

Aleppo is an important and thought-provoking album.  Yet this fact is amplified enormously when learning that every cent generated by sales of this and all previous releases goes to assist funding the efforts of Doctors Without Borders.

This collection of songs is an incredible testimony to a man who was at his strongest when he should have been at his weakest. Rest in Peace Jimmy LaFave.

A compilation featuring two essential live albums and unearthed, previously unreleased 1971/72 material from Träd, Gräs och Stenar, Sweden’s greatest underground music export.

Musically situated somewhere between late 60s American folk and early 70s Laurel Canyon singer-songwriter territory with lyrics, that address the personal and the political.

Curse of Lono have lived up to the promise of their fascinating début and somehow manage to offer even more. There are big ideas and compelling prose, and that music is just thrilling. As I Fell is an exceptional album.

“Sauvage Formes” is a delight for ears and brains. Do yourself a favour and allow yourself to be gently led into the zany and wonderful world of “Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp”, where high brow meets low brow and worlds collide in an irresistibly catchy symphonic pop album.

AHI’s debut follow-up is suffused with a similar optimistic and positive vibe with home as the anchor of hope. The swelling musical arrangements in which his songs are couched, only serve to bolster the emotions they stir.

The London-based folk rock outfit returns with a pointedly eponymously titled third album that, as such, serves to underscore their musical self-confidence as well as standing as a statement of identity while staying true to their 60s West Coast and psychedelia influences.

The album title (and the song’s lyrics) serves as an image of the distant horizon and the need to move on. The last few years have been a  hard road for Winslow-King to walk, but, as this album amply proves, his feet haven’t failed him yet.