A tall man called Benjamin Wetherill turned up at our office
yesterday with a bunch of singles which co incidentally had his name on. After I
got over the enormous coincidence of the whole thing I got myself together and
played it. This is proper wistful English quaint folk of the highest order. It's
actually extremely good and if Clint was here he'd be able to give me
some obscure folk comparisons which alas I can't can't do as I don't have the
same knowledge of ye olde folkenware. It sounds pretty timeless though
and when the lady vocals kick in it adds an extra warmth to it. Coupled with the
lush guitar playing this has the desired effect of making me want to play it
again which can only be a good thing. Very good indeed....
