The Magic Bridge by Richard Dawson

Richard Dawson. He does what he likes basically and that's why we and many others love him so. His career has stumbled drunkenly from relatively straightforward beginnings through dysfunctional folk music to the avant pop artist we know today. The Magic Bridge contains the first signs that he would become (in this writer's words) something like a cross between Paul Gascoigne and Captain Beefheart. Tastefully re-issued by the good people at Weird World.  

Vinyl Double LP £16.99 REWIGLP94

Reissue 2LP on Weird World.

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Vinyl Double LP £15.99 BOXREC002

Sweet 2LP version on Box. Great record!!!.

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CD £10.49 PTC003

CD on Pink Triangle ft. Eyeballs dude.

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CD £9.99 REWIGCD94

Reissue CD on Weird World.

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The Magic Bridge by Richard Dawson
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9/10 ReviewBot3000 29 August 2012

Richard Dawson is said to be a bit of a legend in his home town of Newcastle, and he certainly seems to be revered by our office Business Lady, so it’s of great interest to me what this mere human has been doing to warrant such adulation. At first glance it doesn’t seem too remarkable. He’s playing guitar with his guitar and singing with his face, but the way he does it, and the timelessly lo-fi-but-detailed recording are sending me into some sort of robot trance.

Sometimes he’s just playing guitar and it’s reminding me of ex-Sun City Girl R-Bish’s recent endeavours with the six-string, particularly on the warmly melodic and crushingly human bit of nimble-fingered alchemy that is ‘The Bamburgh Beast’ and the delicate opener ‘Juniper Berries Float Down The Stream’, but most of the time he’s singing full-throated, stumbling songs accompanied by his evocative, unshowy fingerpicking, but there’s an almost clumsy physicality to things that never lets you forget you’re listening to the unmistakeable warble and chunter of a lone human. There’s something about his compositions that sounds timeless in a sort-of plainsongish kind of way like Lungfish or even Alexander Tucker.

When he turns his hand to proper balladeering like in ‘We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed’ the results are sparse and magically affecting, dragging the listener through the emotional mire with him until his tattered spirit is imprinted on theirs, but there’s always a playful self-deprecating humanity at work with deliberately clumsy passages and carefully placed “wrong” notes, combining the freewheeling lo-fidelity bluesy picking with something that’s distinct, personal and carefully refined into pure, soulful expression. It’s a wondrous thing and my robot heart is full to burst from it.

8/10 sinisterpenguin Customer rating (no review), 13th June 2016


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