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“Sycamore trees, I’m sycamore trees”, my dad once said in a moment of ‘wit’. What we have here is lollopy folk. One part Pentangle, one part Mumford. There’s a lot of this stuff about, often with a nautical theme it seems. What is it with this sea obsession? It’s blue and cold and you can die in it.
The lead track has a long verse with a whine-like voice with oboes and guitars slowly coming to the fore before it bursts into a big fat chorus with fiddles and drums and if you listen closely, someone is playing the kitchen sink. Your ability to stomach it depends upon your ability to absorb the histrionic, windswept folk thing but there are moments which show that they have possibly been listening beyond the fiddledy-dee brigade. The use of dynamics sometimes recall Grizzly Bear, the way the songs drift and don’t follow conventional verse, chorus structures. They include persons out of Peggy Sue and Laura Marling’s bands among others.
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