I was trying to remember when I first saw Blowzabella play. I think it was sometime in the late ’80s at some folk festival in the north of England but I cannot say for sure. Except for an extended break in the ’90s, they’ve been active as a band for 32 years!
(Founder Bill O’Toole, . . . → Read More: Blowzabella’s Strange News
It would be easy to say that a collaboration between Steeleye Span and Terry Pratchett was always inevitable, given their respective histories and their proclaimed admiration of each other’s work. It may be an example of retrospective inevitability now that it has actually happened in the form of the Wintersmith CD, however. In any case, . . . → Read More: Steeleye Span: Wintersmith
Mummers plays are in essence medieval morality plays. Should that note leave you uninterested in anything further I’ve got to say, consider that they are staged with elaborate masks and other props. Now let’s further add Steeleye Span doing one in 1974 and you’ve got something that is, well, terribly silly, I’d say.
Michael Hunter . . . → Read More: Music matters: Steeleye Span’s Mummers Play
Lars Nilsson says he’s seen two live performances by Kathryn Tickell. The first time was at Sidmouth Folk Festival in 1986. Then she was a new hope on the folk scene, playing acoustically in one of the small halls. The second was last summer at Folk by the Oak in Hatfield, just outside London, with . . . → Read More: Music matters: Kathryn Tickell & The Side
So let’s have some music from what I consider the best electrified folk band that Great Britain ever produced, Steeleye Span. Over forty years of live performances have produced a treasure trove of excellent soundboard recordings.
Let’s start off with a perennial favourite of fans:‘One Misty Moisty Morning’M as performed at Fairport Convention’s . . . → Read More: Music Matters: Steeleye Span
Objectivity be damned, it just can’t be done! When presented with a collection of tracks dubbed Dark Britannica, comprising two CDs that when purchased entitles you to 33 extra downloadable tracks (the equivalent of two more CDs), which collectively prove satisfying time after time — sorry, but all pretence at neutrality must be abandoned. This . . . → Read More: John Barleycorn Reborn