Although this is Timber & Steel‘s first article on Thelma Plum, it’s safe to assume that most of our Australian readers would have already heard of her by now. Even if you haven’t heard the name, it’s likely that most would have heard or overheard her stirring breakthrough ditty “Father Said” on the radio, perhaps without realising who it belonged to. That song, with its deep, hypnotic, fingerpicked guitar has captivated its way onto high rotation on Triple J and kickstarted Plum‘s ascendence. The first time I heard that song I was stuck in traffic on Adelaide’s city ring route and it seemed like traffic had somehow ground to a halt to observe the sanctity of it, as a sign of respect. As wrong as it seems, you don’t really expect to hear quiet, simple, beautiful songs on the radio anymore, and I’m glad Triple J are willing to make an exception but it certainly took me by surprise. I suppose if you remember where you were the first time you hear any song, then that fact speaks to its quality and its power.
“Father Said” is just one of six tracks unveiled to the world in Plum‘s debut EP, Rosie, which delightfully showcases her ability to craft more than just a wholesome folk tune. Despite still only being the tender age of 18, Plum seems to have a managed to successfully launch a second song to radio- the EP’s opener “Around Here”. Although built on a foundation of simple acoustic strumming, the wonderfully produced track builds with layers of poppy instruments to a blissful ‘walking on sunshine’ plateau before reaching it’s hand-clappin’ destination with a quirky chorus of “la-di-da fuck you”s. It’s a particularly enjoyable, light-hearted listen. The EP’s 3rd track “Dollar” is of a similar pop pedigree and is almost equally chanced at radio play. Although pleasingly arranged, what really carries “Dollar” is Plum’s vocal delivery- in particular her attitudinal, self-assured phrasing.
In contrast, Plum shows off another feature of her downright beautiful, versatile voice on her track 4 piano ballad “Breathe In Breathe Out”. It’s a moving, dramatic song- if it were written 15 years earlier it would have probably been used on the soundtrack to Titanic. Plum rounds out the EP with another slow-growing piano-ballad gem “King” and what seems to be a song for her pet dog Rosie, who, under the assumption that this whole EP was named for her, is the most spoilt pooch going round.
I was relieved to find that Rosie has been flawlessly recorded and produced, which can often be an unfortunalte barrier for unearthed artists in making that next step up to household name. Alas, stars are a aligning for Thelma Plum at the moment on the back of winning the Triple J Award for National Indigenous Music and the 2012 Deadly Award for Emerging Talent, and I’m sure she’ll continue to build upon her experiences playing bigger shows, most recently Byron Bay Bluesfest. Pair that with the fact that she’s an absolutely stunning gal, and I think you’ll agree that Australia’s found its next darling.
I decided to tackle this album review because Josh Ritter is an artist that, for a long time, has been on the top of what I like to call ‘my guilty folky’s list’. That’s my name for the list of important artists that I know every folk music fan should be intimately familiar with that I’ve embarrassingly never explored. Don’t judge me, but accompanying Ritter on this list includes acts like Bright Eyes, Ryan Adams, The Avett Brothers and Elliott Smith. For shame, right?.
Although I tried listening to each of Ritter‘s previous 3 widely acclaimed albums The Animal Years (2006), The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter (2007) and So Runs The World Away (2010), they never inspired me to keep listening when they were stacked up against a world of alternatives. Although I appreciated Ritter’s way with words and clever storytelling, I suppose this appreciation came out of a conscious analysis of his music instead of an emotional reaction, which is personally what I crave.
The first time I listened to Beast In Its Tracks I tried my best to approach it with an open mind, knowing the potential for it to fall to personal bogey-artist curse, but still my first impression was underwhelming. My usual background research on the album uncovered that Beast In Its Tracks is essentially a break-up album following Ritter‘s divorce, which gave me hope that the album would offer songwriting that was raw, unrestrained, defeated, bitter and painful musically and not just lyrically. However, for the most part, I found that it was largely set to a background of upbeat, level, rhythmic pop-strummin’ n’ pickin’ without a great deal of dramatic variation, rise-and-fall or progression to support any kind of underlying storyline within individual songs that might conjure the emotional reaction I craved.
What I did begin to find though, on second and third listen, was a sense of melancholy. I read in Pitchfork’s review of the album that Ritter confessed to fans that the first songs that he wrote on the other side of his divorce were “too full of hatred and self-pity” to record. Instead of offering those emotionally dense musings from the winter of his despair, this album is obviously the product of the springtime of Ritter‘s ordeal (to reference Ritter’s own prose from the album): stories of him moving on with his life with one eye on the future and one on the past, with a sense of optimism and a sense of mourning. Once you come to terms with that, the album becomes a lot more accessible and that neutral balance of upbeat and downtrodden emotion makes a lot more sense and the lryics start to take you to a place where they are able to affect you. One of my favourite lyrics of all time echoes that wry, contradicting balance of emotions on display in this record perfectly:
“The first time I made coffee for just myself I made too much of it, but I drank it all just cause you hate it when I let things go to waste”
That’s from a song called “Woke Up New” by The Mountain Goats, and just like much of The Beast In Its Tracks, it’s paired with chirpy chords and accompaniments and draws its power from a similar kind of melancholic place. Ritter‘s lyricism on this album is starkly honest and unapologetic. I find that most albums have a song that summarises it. A song that says in 3 minutes what the songwriter wants to say in 30. I think for The Beast In Its Tracks, that song is “A Certain Light”:
My new lover, sweet and kind The kind of lover that one rarely finds And I’m happy for the first time, in a long time
Came along and opened up the door And though I know I’ve been in love before Oh I feel it, so much more, than the last time
And she only looks like you In a certain kind of light When she holds her head just right
Its been winter, for a while The north winds wail cut like a baby child It was hard to think or smile That brings springtime
But it did and now it is The green green grass Is come up green and its Feeling just the way it did The very first time
And she only looks like you In a certain kind of light When she holds her head just right
And anymore, it’d stretch the rhyme So let me leave this where I started, I’m just happy for the first time In a long time
In a long time
I love the sadness of that tainted joy, and that’s what this album is consistently about. If you listen through to the end of the album you’ll be rewarded by finding the album’s few catchier tunes as well like “In Your Arms Again”, “Bonfire” and “Joy To You Baby”, which perhaps makes the album a bit less accessible than it could have been if it had been front-end-loaded. Still, The Beast In Its Tracks is new ground for Ritter, concerned with personal experience and thoughts, making my impression of it to be far more relatable than his previous albums, although I admittedly gave up on them too early. Below are some songs from the album to listen to and a live clip of “Joy To You Baby” which I particularly enjoy.
The conclusion that I’ve taken from this challenge I set myself to overcome one of my bogey-artists and tick another name off of my “guilty folky’s list” is that if you’re not getting any joy from one of the world’s most beloved and renowned artists, there’s nothing wrong with the music, there’s just something wrong with you.
It’s no secret that we’re fans of beards here at Timber & Steel. From Joe Purdy to Ray LaMontagne, William Fitzsimmons to Josh T Pearson and obviously the likes of The Beards, we find beards to be synonymous with folk, blues and roots music. While at Womadelaide this year (which is essentially beard paradise) we took the opportunity to take some photos of some pretty cool beards. Here are some*
*Timber and Steel wish to advise that this article is by no means intended to be a true and accurate record of the full extent/quality of beards on display at Womadelaide 2013.
In recent years Womadelaide has given folkies as much to be excited about as just about any other festival, barring the likes of Bluesfest or Woodford Folk. In previous years we’ve seen high profile acts like First Aid Kit, Luka Bloom, Joanna Newsom, Archie Roach & Angus and Julia Stone but a surprising list of fantastic, relatively unknown international artists which gives the festival a distinct appeal to anyone who approaches the event with an open mind, ready to discover something exotic and amazing.
One of the great things about Womadelaide to me as an Adelaidian is that it’s a constant. I can rely on it, which sounds trivial but it’s something that almost every other festival can’t live up to. I can rely on the music programming to be insightful, contrasting and varied and the quality of sound to be to the highest standard. I can rely on there being great food, enough water, and adequate toilets. I can rely on the fact that I won’t be abused or harassed by drunken bullies and I won’t get into a situation where I’m going to be cramped or trampled. I can rely on having a good, relaxing weekend shared with friends and for that reason I think it has become sacred to a lot of people. Womadelaide has been running for 21 years now and I suppose they’ve essentially perfected it because for as long as I’ve been attending the festival it’s kept the same site layout, precincts, stages and amenities, which definitely contributes to the comfort levels of repeat attendees.
For the last 3 years (at least) the festival has spanned 4 days to include the Friday night before the weekend and the Adelaide Cup public holiday on the Monday following. The great thing about this is that it’s quite commonplace for artists to have more than one performance during the festival, which allows the flexibility to get around clashing set-times or prior engagements (which is a very real danger during the peak of Adelaide’s mad march festival season).
The Friday night was the major event of my Womadelaide. Undoubtedly the atmosphere was at its most electrifying and everybody I spoke to was restless with anticipation for The Tallest Man On Earth, aka Swedish folk singer-songwriter Kristian Matsson. The Tallest Man On Earth has been one of my favorite artists ever since I first discovered his debut album Shallow Graves in 2009. That was an exciting time in this generation’s indie-folk revival, and Matsson has been contributing increasingly jaw-dropping works since. I had the enormous pleasure of seeing The Tallest Man On Earth perform last year at Womadelaide’s spin-off festival Earth Station that was held in the Belair National Park. Since that time he’s released a brand new album There’s No Leaving Now, which was largely the focus of his Womadelaide 2013 performance. Here’s what Timber & Steel contributor JDX had to say about the album;
“I was more than just a coward. I was handsome too”. One of the best opening lyrics I’ve ever heard. I was in a doctors’ waiting room; the venue for many of my musical discoveries. Kristian Matsson’s intricate chords, his sweeping melodies, his metaphors, sharp, yet brittle, stole me from the moment, as my favourite folk music always does. Matsson said There’s No Leaving Now was about wanting to deal with your own weaknesses. I felt weak. This album made me feel stronger. I could write reams about imagery, or interpretation, about how “Bright Lanterns” is the world’s best post-colonial protest song, about how this isn’t The Wild Hunt and whether that matters. But then I’d be saying too much.
Powerful right? I think that testimonial is representative of the command Matsson has on an audience. When I turned around to survey behind me from the front of Stage 3 during the set I saw a sea of affected faces- it stole us all for the better part of an hour.
Matsson enters the stage and starts to play without a hint of ado, without a moment to feed his ego with the applause of an adoring mass as if to break the audience’s shackles with reality, their awareness of their surroundings and prepare them to experience the music and only the music. That’s not to say that his performance lacks humanity. Matsson is constantly, unashamedly, physically affected by his music during his performance, which can appear quite unique and peculiar at first but also allows the audience to feel uninhibited. Sometimes he assumes the famous one-legged stance of Jethro Tull flautist/front man Ian Anderson, and at other times he briskly whips back and forth the front of stage like a flamboyant magician showing the audience his empty hands before performing a trick. As per usual, The Tallest Man On Earth performed all by his lonesome until he was joined by a female vocalist (unknown to me) for a song towards the end of his set. Matsson’s trademark open-tuning, quick finger-picking guitar technique never ceases to amaze me. Among the songs from his latest album such as “1904″, “Wind and Walls”, “Leading Me Now”, and “Revelation Blues”, Matsson delved back into his back catalogue for some of his most moving tunes like “Love Is All”, “King of Spain” and “Like The Wheel” and even further back to tracks like “The Gardener”, “Where Do My Bluebirds Fly” and “I Won’t Be Found” from his debut. Below is a live version of one of my favorite tracks from his latest album for anyone who wants on the bandwagon.
The next act I saw was the hyped Melbourne soul troupe Clairy Browne & The Bangin’ Rackettes, who I’d seen for the first time nearly exactly a year ago supporting Charles Bradley at Adelaide Festival’s Barrio club in 2012. The energetic horn section and spritely back-up singers gave a fantastic excitement to the show and provide the ideal backdrop for diva-queen Ms. Browne to stun the crowd with her powerful-as-all-hell vocals. You’d have all heard her tune “Love Letter” on the radio at some point, but if her Womadelaide 2013 performance proved anything to me it’s that Clairy’s not just a one trick pony.
Before calling it a night I caught the first part of The Cat Empire’s set. The enormous crowd that had gathered to the main stage was probably the biggest of the festival and really just goes to show that the Melbourne collective still has the pulling power to the “world-music” audience, even if their new tunes aren’t quite taking to “youth-radio” like they used to.
Unfortunately suffering from heat exhaustion brought on by an ill-fated attempt to play a Saturday morning soccer game in the high 30 degree, humid conditions, I missed out on much of the acts over Womadelaide’s Saturday and Sunday, although made it for at least a couple of hours on both days. If there’s one thing for certain, this Womadelaide was the hottest in recent years, being mid-to-high thirties for the whole weekend. All of the acts that I saw on Saturday I came across by complete accident. I delightfully observed indigenous Arnhem Land act East Journey for a few minutes before finding my way to the Morteton Bay Stage to catch a few tunes from contemporary Scottish folk group LAU. Despite being someone who is less inspired by the trad spectrum of folk music, I was incredibly impressed by the musicianship on display and could easily imagine their performance erupting into an unbridled ruckus in a smaller, enclosed venue.
Before calling it a day I stole a moment with both a genre defying group of Parisian-expats called Moriarty and a beautiful, sparse performance on an ancient discarded instrument, the viola da gamba, from viola guru Jordi Savall.
Despite lingering sickness I decided to head into botanic park on Sunday for two performances that I’d eagerly been anticipating, Mia Dyson and Abigail Washburn. Although Mia Dyson is a very well known Australian Rock/Blues & Roots artist, I think the height of her fame must have fallen slightly before my time. I was familiar with her name but not her work, despite her being widely touted by the Blues & Roots community in Adelaide and her being one of the intensely publicized headliners for last year’s Backwater Blues & Roots Festival in SA. To put it simply, I was stunned by Dyson’s Womadelaide performance. Her voice was just so intense and faultless. It made me wonder why I had never heard her music before? Perhaps her style falls on the “Adult Contemporary” side of blues/rock, rather than the “indie” side that’s considered fair game for mainstream radio… This reminded me of an interview article I read on Fasterlouder with Jen Cloher called “Why we need a Triple J for adults”- an Australian artist who’s probably been pigeonholed in the same way as Dyson. Well worth a read.
I caught Abigail Washburn’s second performance of Womadelaide with her current collaborator Kai Welch and found it equally as enlightening as it was entertaining. I had listened to Washburn’s most recent record only a couple of times. As an amateur banjo picker I’m always interested to listen to how the instrument is being used in new music and Washburn is renowned the world over for the use of that Scruggs-style clawhammer banjo in her music. What I didn’t realize was that Washburn’s obvious Appalachian/bluegrass influences are supplemented by strong ties with Chinese culture. Washburn has spent a lot of time in China writing and playing music, speaks the language fluently and draws from the culture in her music. The blend makes for an intriguing result, but is not at all gimmicky. Washburn and Welch had the crowd singing in Chinese and told stories of their shared time in the country following the ravaging earthquakes. In terms of performance, she and Welch played off each other wonderfully, hitting impossible harmonies without falter. Washburn even felt the energy to get up and clog along to a tune despite her obvious pregnancy. She did a TED talk that I found very interesting. Watch below.
On Monday I was joined by some old friends so I spent the day less intent on seeing performances and more dedicated to catching up. Throughout the day I managed to catch sets from hearty New Zealand blues duo Swamp Thing and UK fiddle prodigy/trad heart throb Seth Lakeman. I also had the Timber & Steel photographer playing paparazzi for an photo-article called “Beards of Womadelaide 2013″, which I would sternly urge you all to visit.
Timber and Steel were lucky enough to pick up a copy of The Bearded Gypsy Band‘s new live album when they supported Tin Pan Orange in Adelaide late last year, and if it weren’t for the fact that the record wasn’t really officially released yet, it would have definitely been pushing for contention in our 2012 top album lists.
Bearded Gypsy Band may look short of a few rings in their timber, but since I first stumbled across them in a crowded Higher Ground Basement in 2010 I’ve been pleased to see that they’ve been gigging relentlessly and have established themselves as one of the nation’s most exciting live touring acts in the folk/blues/roots spectrum. It might seem a bit ambitious for an emerging act to release a live album as a follow-up to a debut, but there’s an energetic quality to BGB‘s live shows that probably can’t be captured in a traditional recording scenario. I was secretly hoping that BGB would take a leaf out of The Shaolin Afronauts‘ book and record their next album in a live-studio setting, but I suppose a live performance at Adelaide’s iconic Wheatsheaf Hotel is even more befitting.
Bearded Gypsy Band Launch their new Live Album with support from Max Savage and the False Idols and Monkey Puzzle Tree at The Gov in Adelaide on Thursday January 24th starting from 7:30pm. Purchase tickets from Moshtix via this link.
If you read our review of Sam Brittain’s debut album Our Shining Skin on Timber and Steel, you’ll know that we think very highly of this young South Australian songwriter. So we’re very pleased to be giving away 2 x free double passes for his album launch show tomorrow night (Thursday, 27th September) at the Promethean in Adelaide. Simply be the first to email through to us her at timberandsteelaustralia@gmail.com to get your name on the doorlist.
Joining Sam on the night will be his full band of folky tunesters w/ support by the wonderful Maggie Rutjens. Get in quick, because Sam’s been drumming up quite some support recently by hitting the Adelaide pavement busking on the back of his national tour and support slots for the likes of Matt Corby and Passenger. If you miss out, tickets will be $20 from moshtix, that you can purchase from this link. The night’s proceeding should kick off at around 7:30pm.
Just when you think you’ve got your hometown pegged, and you know exactly who’s making your kind of tunes and where to find them, someone always comes out of left field. Most recently for me, that man was Thom Lion. His storytelling, his song-writing and his singing exhibit all the signs of a seasoned touring act, but the South Australian artist is really only starting to gain his momentum on the Adelaide circuit.
To mark his arrival, Thom Lion has recently put out his debut EP The Minimalist which showcases his talents perfectly. As bloggers about folk music, we know better than to go around throwing about the word “haunting”, but it’s honestly the best word to describe the title track of this EP. The sounds of City & Colour and Bon Iver seem to meet and go for a walk. The premise of the song is simple and beautiful; “you’re all I need, I’m a minimalist”. Listen below.
This EP is full of simple ideas and inviting stories. It begins with a folk-rock recount of pain and misfortune titled “Bruised Apples” that bears all the hallmarks of a good Paul Kelly track; simple, anecdotal and charming. Similarly, track two “The Seaside” tells a story of emotional cleansing through a snippets of short stories in a beautifully slow-paced folk format with wailing harmonica. Like all good storytellers Thom Lion is very thoughtful lyrically, with impeccable timing and clever devices. In “The Seaside”, the line “I used to play piano for the neighbouring people” introduces the piano part to the track which brings I smile to your lip when you realised what’s just happened. The EP picks up pace again with a jazzy pop song called “Don’t Wanna Drink” that echoes the likes of Andy Bull and shows off his skills on the piano before the EP ends with the aforementioned highlight “The Minimalist”.
As a whole, this is one of my favourite folk music releases to come out of South Australia in recent times. The whole record is available for streaming and purchase from Bandcamp via this link. Definitely worth the $7. You can listen and rate the songs on his Triple J Unearthed page here.
South Australia’s Traveller & Fortune have gone through some changes in recent times- adding to their ranks a number of talented musicians including Ryan Oliver (Oliver’s Army) Todd Sibbin (Todd Sibbin & The Opposite Ends) and Emily Bettison (Fenn). The result is so distinctive that the group has decided to re-release “Little Plastic People”; one of the highlights from their debut self titled EP. The B sides of the single will be new versions of crowd favourites “Letter To Japan” and “Flying”. Check out the very impressive “Little Plastic People” below and stay tuned for the new video.
To mark the occasion Traveller & Fortune are embarking on a tour of the eastern coast to coincide with their showcase performance at Bigsound in Brisbane. Dates are below.
Saturday 8th September, The Evelyn, Melbourne Vic.Wednesday 12th September, FBi Social, Sydney, NSW.Thursday September 13th, BIGSOUND Conference, Brisbane, QLD.Saturday September 15th, JIVE, Adelaide, SA.
Sam Brittain has been one of the shining stars of the South Australian singer-songwriter scene over the past year, supporting the likes of Passenger and Matt Corby and bravely embarking on his own national tour to launch his debut solo album Our Shining Skin. Sam’s a product of SA’s famous Barossa Valley region, where he has been active in gigging and recording (mostly with rock bands) ever since his high school years. However, it’s only been recently that Sam Brittain has been hitting the city in a big way as a solo artist.
Our Shining Skin delivers a lot more than could be expected of a 22 year old’s debut. Vocally, his experience shines through with control and range that will allow Sam to hold his own on any stage. The recorded sound is also very impressive. Blues guitar, cello, mandolin and fiddle all come and go and the production quality is absolutely faultless.
It’s hard to really peg Our Shining Skin within a genre. Most of the time it feels like a folk record, other times a blues-rock odyssey, but there are also songs that would sound right at home on country radio. Straight ahead and subdued acoustic-pop songs such as “Don’t Cry” and “Bones” and “Our Shining Skin” are shuffled between moodier and wonderfully creative bluesy tracks like “Wait For You” that compare to Matt Corby’s “Souls a’Fire” and entrancing journeys like “The Coldest Trace” and “Laneway”. The most enjoyable pop songs on the album I find are those that are fast-paced and tinged with bluegrass or quick-picked folk instrumentation such as “Bruises” and “Garden”. The moment where the versatility of this album really strikes you when the final notes of the contemporary-classical arrangements of “A Perfect Line” fade to welcome the strumming of “Carnival” which evolves unexpectedly but very naturally in a very funky direction.
Our Shining Skin is a formidable and wide-spanning resume from Sam Brittain and it will be very interesting to see how his writing solidifies as his career continues, as this record proves he has far more options for direction than most. I only regret that it took me 2 months to take this record out of its plastic.
Catch Sam Brittain play alongside Timber and Steel‘s favourite sons Jack Carty (Syd) and Tom West (of Traveller & Fortune) at the Annex Cafe in Glenelg, South Australia on Thursday 16th August. Click here for details.
I had a sinking feeling recently upon casting my mind back and reflecting on all of the albums that I’ve reviewed over the years with Timber and Steel and the relative ease with which I’ve defined, categorised, measured and summarised the music; the blood, sweat and tears of artists. Despite all the good intentions, diligence and research that could be expected from a blogger, it often feels as though we’re not qualified to evaluate the work of artists for such a large audience, particularly in this community where we often know the artist personally and we’re well aware of just how much of an artist goes into a record.
Despite how much I’ve been loving listening to Vorn Doolette’s Further Adventures, this feeling is particularly applicable to this record, Vorn Doolette‘s sophomore and first peep since his 2009 debut that earned him some pretty widespread acclaim throughout 09/10 and the unwavering attention and admiration of myself and the other Timber and Steel contributors.
A lot has happened to Vorn since his last release. He’s survived a near death car accident, learned to walk again, learned to sing again. He’s moved on to managing himself and moved away from the traditional practices of performing and touring; organising and ticketing his own shows in unconventional spaces such as his national house tour and his series of performances at Suzie Wong’s Room in Adelaide. It’s been a long and arduous process for Vorn to get to this point where he’s in the position to release another collection of songs, and he has been kind enough to let you stream it on this website (and is available to purchase from the this link).
I feel very privileged to discover this next instalment of music from one of Australia’s best up and coming singer songwriters, and I’ve been waiting for it for a long time.Given the number of amazing songs in Vorn‘s arsenal that didn’t make it onto this record, album #3 is set to be a cracker too.
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