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THE BAIRNS OF RACHEL UNTHANK

A welcome knock on effect of the New Weird neo-folk Stateside phenomena is that the largely forgotten women of the 1960s UK folk-blues scene like Anne Briggs and Shirley Collins are getting a long overdue reappraisal.

Rachel Unthank & The Winterset’s brilliant new album (‘The Bairns’) also owes much to this rich legacy taking on the darker themes of British balladry with a contemporary twist to give us songs far removed from what Elliot Smith once dismissed as the “boring, drippy stuff” of traditional Folk music.

The band consists of sisters Rachel (cello & vocals) and Becky(vocals) with Belinda O’Hooley on piano and Niopha Keegan on fiddle.

Their sound is unmistakably English , relishing the Northumbrian accent and diction, but their rich sound transcends narrow musical and geographical boundaries as evidenced by a brief extract of Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy’s ‘A Minor Place’ and more lavishly in a superb rendering of Robert Wyatt’s classic ‘Sea Song’ .

Other tracks touch upon familiar ‘folk’ themes but here the bonny lads and lasses are not merely figures from some long gone age. Two tracks really caught my ear. The first (‘Blue Bleezing Blind Drunk’) begins with the lines: “Dear friends I have a sad story – a very sad story to tell – I married a man for his money – And he’s worse than the devil himself” It tells of a battered but not beaten wife seeking solace through booze with a piano and string arrangement that begins delicately but becomes more turbulent to capture the sense of despair and rage of this woman’s plight.
This is followed by the plaintive ‘I Wish’ with its achingly melancholy lines of an expectant mother aware her youthful beauty has faded and wishing for the birth of a child so she can crawl away to the peace of the grave.

For all the pathos, however, these songs of the female condition are full of resilience, humour and courage rather than despair.

The album as a whole is played and performed with real delicacy and passion.

If you think you’re too cool for ‘Folk’ – give this a play and think again.

I SEE A LOUDNESS : CLARE WIGFALL

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A woman who celebrates the completion of her first short story collection by going out to see Jackie-O-Motherfucker in concert is my kind of writer!

I first heard of Clare Wigfall’s stories through Last.fm. She posted a message in the shout box of my New Weird America group saying how this was the brand of music which helped her during the process of writing (similar messages were sent to groups linked to artists such as Anne Briggs, Will Oldham and Current 93).

Surely, I thought, someone with such impeccable musical taste has to be worth checking out! Happily, the stories live up to expectations.

For a debut, the range of subjects and handling of different voices in these 17 stories is highly assured. Her chief skill lies in being able to capture moments of tension and mystery through deliberately omitting key details – that old chestnut about authors needing to show not tell is never better epitomised than in these tales. For example, in Hero I Have Lost a woman is referred to a psychiatrist by her father following an incident the details of which are never revealed, in Free a man tells a stranger the worst thing his mother did to him but we are left to guess what that might have been, In Night After Night a husband is arrested over an unknown crime.

I was reminded of the one and only interview with cult singer Jandek who, when asked to say who the other musicians playing on his album were, replied “I don’t think it would be right to give that information”. Human nature being what it is, the desire to speculate over such gaps of knowledge add to the intrigue and fascination.

Clare Wignall’s insights into the complexities of personal relationships is also a strength. This is evident in a story such as My Brain where a mother manages to communicate disapproval towards her son’s girlfriend without being openly critical. Similarly, in The Party’s Just Getting Started, she skilfully exposes cracks in a man’s seemingly perfect marriage to a beautiful fashion photographer by hinting at a dissatisfaction that even the husband is only half aware of.

Elsewhere, we have a Carveresque tale of a university professor finding unusual lodgings (The Parrot Jungle), a fascinating take on the Bonnie And Clyde mythology (Folks Like Us) and a deliciously macabre story built around a mysterious spate of disappearing babies (Safe).

My two personal favourites are the title story and one of the shortest pieces called When The Wasps Drowned. The latter made me think of Ian McEwan in the way it recounts grim goings on in an ordinary suburban setting. There’s something of McEwan’s precision in haunting lines like : “Suddenly the day around us seemed unbearably quiet, as if everything was holding its breath”. Here, I love the way she says ‘everything’ and not ‘everyone’ to give a chilling sense of detachment from merely human sounds.

The story from which the collection gets its title is also incredibly rich. I immediately re-read this one twice but still find aspects of it wonderfully elusive. It charts complex emotions surrounding loss and grief and includes the following remarkable passage detailing an exchange between a newly widowed mother and her blind son:

I see the loudest sound, he whispered, low into her collar bone, and nothing. It took the colour from her face, drained all colour into the heather below them, and she knew that all he saw was all she’d ever wanted and all she’d ever known, and she handled him roughly as she pulled him to his feet, and set walking fast, too fast for his short legs, like a child with a toy on a string dragging and bumping behind it”.

Writing of this quality is what makes these stories every bit as impressive as the music that helped inspire them. Highly recommended.


CHILD BALLAD 100

 

Anne Briggs

When Francis James Child was collecting his 305 ballads in the 19th Century maybe he realized he was on to a winner with number 100. This is a traditional Scottish ballad dating from 1775 sometimes called Lord Thomas of Winesberry but more commonly recorded a Willie o’ Winsbury.

Without intending to I have built up my own modest collection of this song with the following versions :

Anne Briggs – on the Topic Records collection – the first version I heard and still the best in my book. With just a mandolin accompaniment her perfect English diction may not please the Scottish folk fanbase but her rendition gives a clarity and soul to the song.

Charlotte Grieg on Bloodshot Records compilation The Executioner’s Last Songs Vol.2

Dick Gaughan from the 1972 album Gaughan (sung in broad Scots )

Meg Baird does a nicely arranged version on her new labum Lost Companion; she also covered this along with Helena Espvall & Sharron Kraus on the 2006 album Leaves From A Tree.

Fairport Convention – Farewell Farewell by Richard Thompsom from Liege and Lief uses the tune with new lyrics. On The Wicker Man soundtarck the melody is used in the song Summer Is Icumen In. (I know that Pentangle also covered the song but i haven’t got this yet).

The story of the song is that the King has been away (in Spain) and comes back to find his daughter Janet (or Jane) looking “pale and wan”. He fears that she has been inpregnated while he’s been away, she denies this but he gets her to strip naked and the truth that she is with child is plain to see. The cad turns out to be Willie and for this deed the king vows that he should hang. This is quite a predictable outcome but then the story gets interesting. When the king sets eyes on Willie he is besotted with this young man who is dressed in silk, has cheeks like red berries and milk white skin. He declares: “Had I been a woman as I am a man, my bedfellow you would have been” . Instead of hanging him he asks if he’ll make an honest woman of his daughter and offers to make him lord of his land. Willie is his own man, however, and while he consents to marry Janet he refuses to become a Lord. The couple ride off and presumably live happily ever after.

It is in these final details which hint at the King’s homoerotic fantasies for this young Willie (pun intended) that for me explains why it continues to fascinate today’s folky laddies and lasses.

You can download Anne Brigg’s marvelous collection which includes this song from e-music.

Edit (29th December 2008): Yet another version of the song found on the album The High High Nest by Stephanie Hladowski (Singing Knives records)