Paolo Angeli wrestles a giant Sardinian guitar, with hand-triggered analogue one-man band adaptations bolted to it, like Heath Robinson fusing free improvisation and soaring gypsy folk. Here, the Japanese singer and violinist Takumi Fukushima augments his signature moves, her voice fluttering and flowering like Bjork, or the great Czech improviser Iva Bittova, from rabid dog…
Seasick Steve narrowly pipped his contemporary, the less marketable Jawbone, to the lone position for punk-blues one-man bands in the casual consumer’s collection. There’s no house room for more hollerin’ lonesome hobos, yet, like H G Wells’ foolhardy martians, still they come. Reverend Deadeye, Lewis Floyd Henry, and now, from the unlikely blues cradle of…
In 2003, at the mid-point of their career, superstardom winked briefly at New Jersey’s Fountains Of Wayne, when their hit single Stacey’s Mom achingly anatomised adolescent trans-generational lust. But their fifth album finds them back in the box marked ‘underappreciated guitar pop classicists’, where their understatedly sharp, and wryly witty, portraits of suburban survivors’ mid-life…
Two recent compilations of Iranian psychedelia, Pomegranates and Raks Raks Raks, suggested hidden deposits, but this double set is the motherlode. Raised on Allied radio rock, Kourosh Yaghmaei slipped Western acid-pop into Persian scales, creating headily perfumed hybrids from reclaimed microtones. One in five Iranians bought his 1973 debut 7″, Gole Yakh, but Yaghmaei was…
Recording a duet with Derek Bailey in 2005, the pianist Augusti Fernandez was drawn into stark stillness by the British guitarist’s meditative mood. The American improviser Joe Morris displays a more obviously kinetic approach. His fingers tumble around the frets of a bubbling acoustic guitar, the strings skewered and scratched, provoking liquid right hand cascades…
Mumford and Sons, and their singer-songwriter followers, aren’t really folk musicians. Folk fans, still looking to the likes of Topic records and the Waterson-Carthy dynasty for an uncut fix might wonder, wither the next generation? But the Rif Mountain label, comprehensively showcased here, offers a cross-fertilised family of younger artists, quietly future-proofing the form. The…