Review: The Gum Ball 2012

Review by KT Bell, photos by Stu B.

In spite of all our good efforts, enthusiasm and eager anticipation following last year’s fantastic Gum Ball, Stu and I found ourselves behind schedule driving in to the darkness from Sydney, desperate to get to Lower Bedford for the 2012 Gum Ball and it’s stellar line up. We arrived at 9pm, just in the nick of time before the gates closed for the night. In the headlights of the car we set up our modest camping facilities only a few hundred meters from the main festival area with the roaring set of The Tongue as our soundtrack.

To my delight, we managed to catch the last act of the night, the newly reformed The Bakery. While not really folk, they’re worth checking out in their new format. After an extended period of absence, the band took on a new line up for the 2011 Woodford Folk Festival and their act has been going from strength to funky strength ever since. As the festival’s sound system fell silent, the crowd migrated to the silent disco to revel on in to the early morning. Amusingly to those watching from the outside, it looked like a silent, shuffling human zoo exhibit with the occasional rousing group rendition of some classic chorus. As the silent disco serenaded us with another round of “they paved paradise to put up a parking lot, ooooh, bop bop bop…” we headed to bed in readiness for a huge Saturday to come.

In the morning light, we rose to discover the sprawling tent city nestled among the gum trees and the impressive set up of the seasoned gum-ballers surrounding us. Complex lounge room style common areas complete with couches, tarps stretched over cars, vans and tents, lean to’s and all manner of camping comfort and conveniences. We stumbled off to the festival arena in search of coffee and breakfast, passing impromptu camp kitchens, gas cookers perched on tow bars and the likes with eggs, bacon and all manner of delicious smelling DIY breakfasts taunting and tempting us the whole way. Eating your breakfast in the very grounds of the festival watching the place slowly waking up as the morning fog burns off certainly starts that excited feeling that only this kind of festival can inspire.

Just prior to 10am, Stu and I positioned our camping chairs just to one side of the sound mix tent where we had an excellent view of the side by side stages, ready and comfortable for a long day of The Gum Ball. To start off the day and brighten up the morning for some rather dusty heads, the Perch Creek Family Jug Band bounded on to stage not dissimilar to the endless enthusiasm of the Brady Bunch or Partridge Family, and we’re bedecked in much the same garb. A 5 piece family outfit saw the stage awash with banjo, washboard and jug, acoustic guitar, harmonica and double bass all blending together in a wholesome family vibe. They produced great rhythm and a great way to start the morning. Recently turned 17, Christi has become the bad boy of the family, proving his status with a cover of Justin Townes Earl’s “If you ain’t glad I’m leaving, girl you know you ought to be”. The crowd quickly grew as daughter Eileen delivered a sultry cover of “Minnie the Moocher”. A bit kitsch but a whole lot of fun, their onstage family banter must have been what it was like for our Evan Hughes growing up in a folk family, as the kids all complain to mother Camilla that, in spite of her Train Whistle opening, they “don’t do the ready stances anymore”. But after some ‘gentle’ motherly advice and encouragement from the crowd (would I do a thing like that? *looks innocent*) they struck their very silly and quasi rock star poses and launched in to a bit of honky tonk, country tinged, bluegrass. It was all very cheesy, but in the right way for that time of the morning. I had to question whether there is anything this family don’t do? They are all multi-instrumentalists, Eileen tap dances with a mini banjo, the vocal harmonies while all the time sharing the spotlight and the instruments equally. And to round things out they finally brought out the jug in time for Christi to accompany the jug playing a saw in a lullaby style number. Family nights at their place must be amazing.

A little later in the morning we were treated to the Irish lilt of Roesy. A modest chap, he thanked his family, saying he wouldn’t be here without them. Performing solo with just his acoustic guitar, full voice and genuine story telling style, Roesy told tales and drew the audience in to his melody of worlds. Enjoying his set, I often felt like we may not have been at a festival but relaxing in Roesy‘s backyard while he told us tales of the songs his Dad used to sing.

Benjalu is a name I have heard but not a band I have followed so I was interested to see what they had to offer. From the outset, it was clear they were on fire, sounding really tight with an excellent mix of acoustic guitar and electric. Their indie sound is heavily grounded in roots with a dash of rock and a touch of folk to round out their style. With their subtle harmonies and great energy, they had the crowd up and dancing instantly and it’s no surprise their infectious sound had the audience in raptures. I really enjoyed their song about being hungover complete with bongos for that pounding headache feel with strummy acoustic guitar and harmonized melody to sooth the soul. We’d seen him lurking at the back of stage but it was a great delight to see a cameo performance on their last song by none other than tour buddy Kim Churchill. It was clear that they had great rapport which delivers an excellent collaboration, they worked well together on stage and brought their set to a crescendo finish. Benjalu was an utter highlight and I shall be watching them like a hawk.

You all know that we here at TnS love Kim Churchill and we’re always very happy to see him on a festival line up. He took to the stage in his one man band style as we’re so used to seeing him. He opened with echos of “Waltzing Matilda” woven throughout “Loving Home” which attracted a big crowd to his set, it was clear people were drawn to him and his sound. In such a picturesque setting, it was easy to appreciate such musical layers all produced live by one person! Currently touring with Benjalu, it was clear they are all very good friends. He told the story of how Benjalu‘s van had broken down 2 days ago, that they have been saving every cent from every EP sold to record a new album and that he would hate to see that money to go to a van. During his next song, “Revolution”, donation buckets were going around collecting donations to help fix the van. Using his ethereal loop echo to advantage his passionate performance in songs both new and old, (like his LA song, telling how he dislikes the big cities), Kim’s raw performance energy is apparent. Close up, you can see him tremble as he performs, hands as they strum, face as he plays harmonica. Title track from his new album “Detail in Distance” is very reflective, he has learned over the years that sometimes distance is the thing that helps you see clearly. Kim likes to tell stories between songs, of how they came about. By far the most compelling was about a song written in French Polynesia while on tour, “Bathed in Black”, and how on a bad day he chose to change his own mindset and outlook. How a man in his early 20s could be so wise is beyond me, but I am grateful Kim Churchill is such a keen and regular performer who can bring this wisdom to us all through his enthusiasm and music.

Wagons wasted no time getting deep in to the bluesy country goodness as they burst forth onto the stage. In the between song banter, Henry Wagons dedicate a song to all those bad choices made at festivals, and “I Blew It” rang around the festival arena. Jovial with the crowd, Wagons was not shy of dedicating the next song to all there, especially a woman in the crowd looking at him skeptically who he was determined to win her over in one song. A deep, pounding rendition of “Love Me Like I Love You” may well have succeeded. An emphatic “Willie Nelson” had the crowd singing along and Si the Philanthropist’s hip hop gave Henry a moment to wipe his brow and take to the drum kit. Wagons whirled through their set getting the crowd totally involved for an energy filled finale that left the gum trees ringing.

Mat McHugh had quite the following gathered at front of stage well before his set began. His solo set up included an acoustic guitar and laptop to provide a variety of additional backing sounds as he launched in to “My Mind is an Echo Chamber”. I thought to myself that he sounded like a stripped back Jack Johnson or Xavier Rudd. I looked him up on The Gum Ball site and realised he is the lead singer and songwriter of The Beautiful Girls. Cue the moment of feeling really ignorant, no wonder he sounded familiar. After touring solo in support of John Butler Trio, Matt discovered his new stripped back solo career and the Gum Ball audience seemed impressed with his new solo exploits.

I’ve been a fan of Ash Grunwald for a while and enjoyed interviewing him at Bluesfest last year, but Stu had hardly even heard of him and looked at me dubiously as I enthused about his upcoming set with Vika and Linda Bull. As Stu stood in the audience ready to photograph the set, he casually chatted to the crowd who not only echoed my sentiments, but got Stu intrigued and pumped for the set. Ash delivered a powerhouse opening, engaging the crowd with thumping kick drum, strumming rhythm guitar and wailing vocals, brought down to a cool, bluesy lament. With notes like gospel howls, Ash’s voice took over the Gum Ball arena and the crowd was transfixed. He then welcome Vika and Linda to the stage and using a loop recorded in Melbourne of Linda, which according to her “sounds like my grandpa” brought a whole new dynamic of sound to the festival. Ash sang and delivered running commentary throughout the set, nothing phases him. He explained that the chorus of his next song was inspired by The Hangover II, the tattoo faced “Demon in Me” from his new release Trouble’s Door. A diverse set, the next song built from a slow start into a speedy intro for “Shake that Thing”. With out hesitation he slid in to a cover of “Sail”. Ash’s voice carried over everything, electronic backing track, the swagger of the guitar and sultry backing vocals by Vika and Linda. An a Capella with a gospel style changed the feel of the set but still had the audience clapping and singing along. A grungy recorded backing loop accompanied “Raw” which true to it’s name has a raw sound and heavy dirty beat. At the end of the set, he thanked good friends Vika and Linda as this was their last performance together in the collaborative format for some time as Ash moves forward with promotions and tour for his new album Trouble’s Door. After the set had finished, Stu returned to our spot, grinning. Turns out Ash Grunwald had been awesome.

We had munched on some terrific festival food including the Wagons‘ endorsed wood-fired pizzas, and enjoyed dutch poffertjes for dessert and then it was time for the dessert finale of Jinja Safari. Their excitement was evident as they took to the stage, full of energy and life. Without hesitation they delivered their ethereal, tribal drum soaked intro, layered with harmonies and rich melodies oozing forth over the crowd with everyone swaying in time. Their set was smooth and sweet like treacle and the perfect ending to a rolling, rollicking, eclectic day of music. The keyboard was fanciful and lyrical and they all danced with their instruments while they performed, the bongos energetically shooting between phrases of songs.

We collapsed in to our camp beds exhausted but very satisfied by a fantastic festival with a well considered and varied line up to cater to a wide range of audience tastes. It’s hard to believe that The Gum Ball has been going for 8 years and hasn’t yet exploded in size or grown too big for it’s earthy and natural soaked site. We arrived home just after lunch and were really impressed to have fit a trip out of Sydney and so much music in to one weekend and still have time to relax before the working week started. Clearly the folks at Lower Belford and the surrounding Hunter Valley know how to put on a truly inclusive and inviting gig and the locals have discovered what a gem it is, now the Sydney-siders and Central Coast people just need to clue on and The Gum Ball will soon become a sell out success year after year. This year some punters had traveled form Canberra just to see headline act Custard and they wouldn’t have been disappointed with their set as well as the whole event. So it’s a sure thing that next year’s Gum Ball will have just as brilliant a line up and hopefully, as they note in their wrap-up blog post, a whole lot more people will come and enjoy the festival alongside the regulars.

Review: Daniel Champagne, Camelot Lounge, Sydney

Daniel Champagne
Image Courtesy of Daniel Champagne

Daniel Champagne
11th May 2012, Camelot Lounge
Sydney

Last Friday as half of Sydney was making their way to Insert-Latest-Sponsor-Here Arena to see a little known artist named Prince I found myself in deepest darkest Marrickville to catch the local launch of Daniel Champagne’s latest EP Real Live. I’d been avoiding Marrickville’s Camelot Lounge out of a ridiculous prejudice – the fact that it is at least two forms of public transport from my house is my usual excuse not to make it down – but the combination of Champagne’s Sydney show and just getting over myself meant I found myself within it’s cozy, memorabilia clad walls.

When the unassuming Daniel Champagne stepped onto the stage I wasn’t sure the show had started. Crouching over his pedals and tapping lightly on the strings of his guitar I assumed Champagne was merely sound checking until his music began to build and he launched into a blistering Willie Dixon cover.

And this was exactly as the set continued – with Daniel Champagne’s unassuming stage presence giving way to his exceptional skill and showmanship on the guitar. His between-song banter was endearingly shy and self depricating, yet still imbued with enough charisma that I found myself on the edge of my seat hanging on his every softly spoken word. Yet this was juxtaposed with the way Champagne presented himself as a guitarist – strong, confident and completely owning the stage.

Working through his back catalogue including favourites from Real Live “The Nightingale”, “Losing Home”, “I Grew Up Where I Could See The Stars” and his cover of Don McLean’s “Vincent”, Daniel Champagne proved himself literate not just in the frantic, intricate guitar pieces that he’s most known for but also the sweet, softer songs that showcase his delicate side. He even commented during the evening that t was good to be playing his own show rather than a set festival spot or support slot (like his recent stints with Jimmy Barnes) allowed him more range and the ability to not just focus on the high energy songs in his repertoire.

Finishing up with the track “Pendulum”, also the final tune on Real Live, Daniel Champagne had the criminally small crowd in the palm of his hand. There’s a reason Champagne has an amazing reputation as a live performer. I’m so glad I bucked the trend and ignored the visiting superstar, as well as getting over my own only-going-to-local-gigs-boundaries and caught him in such a special and intimate venue. Do yourself a favour and go and see Daniel Champagne next time he hits your town.

The remaining list of dates on Daniel Champagne’s current tour are below:

Monday 14th May – The Espy St Kilda, VIC
Tuesday 15th May – Toff in Town Melbourne, VIC
Wednesday 16th May – Mojo’s Fremantle, WA
Friday 18th May – Ya Ya’s Perth, WA
Monday 21st May – The Espy St Kilda, VIC
Tuesday 22nd May – Toff in Town Melbourne, VIC
Thursday 24th May – Blues On Broad Beach Broad Beach, QLD
Friday 25th May – Blues On Broad Beach Broad Beach, QLD
Saturday 26th May – Blues On Broad Beach Broad Beach, QLD
Monday 27th May – The Espy St Kilda, VIC
Tuesday 28th May – Toff in Town St Kilda, VIC
Thursday 31st May – SOL Bar Maroochydore, QLD
Friday 1st June – The Sound Lounge Gold Coast, QLD
Sunday 3rd June – Harvest Café Byron Bay, NSW
Thursday 7th June – Yours and Owls Wollongong, NSW
Friday 8th June – Snowy Mountains Music Festival Perisher, NSW
Saturday 9th June – Snowy Mountains Music Festival Perisher, NSW
Thursday 14th June – The Front Canberra, ACT
Friday 15th June – The Front Canberra, ACT
Saturday 16th June – The Joynt Brisbane, QLD
Sunday 17th June – The Joynt Brisbane, QLD
Wednesday 20th June – Republic Bar Hobart, TAS
Thursday 21st June – Royal Oak Launceston, TAS
Friday 22nd June – Skwiz Café Sheffield, TAS
Saturday 23rd June – Caravan Music Club Melbourne, VIC

Review: The Maple Trail, The Vanguard, Sydney

The Maple Trail
Image Courtesy of The Maple Trail

The Maple Trail with Hot Spoke and Eirwen Skye
3rd May 2012, The Vanguard
Sydney

The first time I saw Aiden Roberts, AKA The Maple Trail, it was in the tiny upstairs room at The Hive Bar in Erskineville as part of Shut The Folk Up. For that performance Roberts was in solo acoustic mode as was befitting the room. 18 months later and I find myself at The Vanguard to see The Maple Trail, this time in full band mode, launching his amazing new album Cable Mountain Warning and I can’t believe how far he’s come.

But before we get to the main act some words have to be dedicated to the opening acts.

The beginning of the night saw the welcome return to the Sydney stage of folk pixie Eirwen Skye. Fresh from a plane from Germany and complaining of (but not exhibiting) jet lag Skye dug deep into her impressive bag of musical tricks turning the stage into her own personal play ground. The loop pedal has become a staple for the singer-songwriter of late with everyone from Matt Corby to Josh Pyke dabbling in sampling but Eirwen Skye has it down to an art, creating an orchestra of sounds – with vocal, percusive, ukulele and recorder – to create wonderfuly quirky folk songs. We’re so happy to have her back – make sure you get out to see Skye at one of her upcoming dates.

Hot Spoke are not a band I am admittedly familiar with and as a lover of new live music I was anxious to see what they were like. A departure from the one-woman-band that is Eirwen Skye the Sydney four piece entertained the audience with their brand of folk-inspired rock. For those who have never seen Hot Spoke before I think the best comparison I could make is Fleetwood Mac with lead singer Vanessa Jade channeling Stevie Nicks both in dress and in voice. One thing I wish there was more of was between song banter. Despite delivering an energetic performance during the songs the lack any engagement with the audience between songs along with the only time they mentioned their name being a mumbled comment right at the end of the set (I had to look up The Vanguard web site to make sure I’d caught it correctly) meant I felt disconnected and ultimately unsatisfied with the set. Hopefully this can be a lesson to other bands in support slots – make sure the audience at least knows who you are.

The Maple Trail, on this night a revolving cast of musicians with Aiden Roberts front and centre, began their (his?) set with a Jimmy-Page style bowed guitar and steady folk-rock jam. Taking queues from American and celtic folk as well as rock and pop The Maple Trail diligently made their way through the material on Cable Mountain Warning proving that it’s just as wonderful live as it is recorded. I did wish Roberts’ voice was a little more front and centre in the mix on the night because his Nick Drake-like delivery on the album is easily one of favourite things about it – but this is such a minor quibble and I enjoyed the performance immensely.

Cable Mountain Warning features so many amazing artists on guest duties and The Maple Trail were able to wrangle a number of these for the performance last Thursday night – both Caitlin Park and Brian Campeau (who I suspect lives at The Vanguard, I see him perform there so often) stepped up for vocal duties and Robert’s long time collaborator John Kaldor was on hand for most of the set. There was also a guest appearance from Bayden Hine (Packwood) on the final song, matching his five string banjo with the six string version played by The Maple Trail’s resident plucker as well as a viola player whose name escaped me but who added such a richness to the traditional Gaelic piece Roberts performed halfway through the set.

The influences on The Maple Trail’s music are obviously very diverse but his love of celtic music really shone through during the set. Whether it be the aforementioned song in Gaelic, the melodies of songs like “Sailors Voice” or the fact that a bodhran featured heavily towards the end of the night, Roberts wears his love of trad on his sleeve. Not to say the night was an all-Celtic affair – there was just as much (if not more) rock and roll emanating from the stage throughout the set.

Towards the end of show Aiden Roberts announced that we were “not going to see this again for some time” hinting that The Maple Trail would be put to bed while he focused on other projects. I feel blessed to have caught one of the only performances The Maple Trail have given to support Cable Mountain Warning and I encourage anyone who didn’t manage to catch him (them?) live to pick up this amazing CD. I loved The Maple Trail as a solo act when I first saw them but having the full band just took the music to another level – I can’t wait to see where else Roberts goes next on his musical journey.

Review: The Green Mohair Suits, The Vanguard, Sydney

Green Mohair Suits

The Green Mohair Suits
13th April 2012, The Vanguard
Sydney

My name is Julie Stenton, I am Generation Y, and I like alt-country-bluegrass music.

There. I said it.

I like Aimee Mann, I like Neil Young, I like Ryan Adams, I like The Mountain Goats, I like Earle Scruggs, I like the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack and, most recently, I like The Green Mohair Suits.

I like that Sarah Howells (Triple J) incorporates a little bit of this stuff into her Thursday night program, Roots ‘N’ All, but I’d REALLY like it if more of this stuff was played on the radio during the waking hours. Surely, I’m not alone.

Coincidentally, The Green Mohair Suits launched their new album at The Vanguard on Friday night (Triple J, are you smelling what I’m baking here? Wink, wink).

Their live performance was fun, engaging and energetic – even without the piano accordion and Elana Stone’s vocals as featured on the album. Self described as ‘Bluegrass Garage’, their songs are beguiling, quirky, frequently eccentric and sometimes sweary. With several singers on call in the band, they are also beautifully and diversely sung (if you haven’t heard Brian Campeau ‘do’ country, well, you need to take a look at your life, Old Man).

Lyrically, the style is classic country (“I only got one dollar, so I only play one chord”) and insanely catchy (“I’m a liar [He’s a liar], I’m a liar, liar, liar, liar”) and the album holds little gems like a song sung from the perspective of a bug, replete with bug-voice accompaniment. I’m not kidding. It is clear that these guys have been brought up on a very, very varied musical diet.

There was something for everyone at the gig (except green suits of any kind) and their freshly minted, eponymous album only further showcases their musical range. I like it, bugs and all (and if the broadcasters and record labels are looking for quirk or beauty with a difference to appeal to their listeners, these suits will likely impress them Suits).

National Folk Festival 2012: A Musical Feast Part 2

Food

“I come for the music, I stay for the Veggie Burgers”. We tweeted that halfway through the Saturday at this year’s National Folk Festival proving that like Jules’ account in Part 1 of this review we too are obsessed with food.

Well not just food. The music, dance, art and community were all top notch as well. As was the Guinness in the session bar. And the mulled wine at the Flute ‘n’ Fiddle. And the Coopers at the Bohemia Bar. You get the idea. But as we walked through the (new this year) bag checks at the gate we had one thing on our mind – food, specifically The National’s famous veggie burgers.

In keeping with the first part of our review we thought we’d include another guest spot for our favourite festival food.

The Perch Creek Family Jug Band

We’ve read (and written) a lot about The Perch Creek Family Jug Band recently but The National Folk Festival was our fist chance to see them live – and we couldn’t be more excited. As were quite a number of other festival goers with seats at a premium at the newly relocated Flute ‘n’ Fiddle relegating this reviewer to seats just beyond the tent’s edge in the warmth of the morning sun.

The Perch Creek Family Jug Band have created somewhat of a myth around their performance – are they really a family? If so how do they keep adding members? And why is one of the members wearing a showercap? The answers to these questions never made themselves known but it didn’t matter – the band’s mixture of blues, bluegrass, old timey and of course jug music was outstanding.

I was most impressed with the saw solos of “Crispy Hot Chickens” Christi Hodgkins (it’s not often you’ll see the saw played in a modern band) and the incredible percussion, including washboard, jug and cymbals, of “Ladies Love” Lear Hodgkins. That said the musicianship of the entire group was outstanding and it was no wonder their shows became buzz-worthy as the festival progressed – they were definitely on the “must see” list of so many people I talked to over the weekend.

The Perch Creek Family Jug Band via the Veggie Burger: Substantial, nutritious and familiar just like the tasty wholemeal bun.

The Battlefield Band

The version of The Battlefield Band that I watched on stage at The Budawang was not the same band I had grown up with. Numerous lineup changes over the years plus a huge amount of time since I’d last seen The Battlefield Band perform had meant the band I was watching were in fact brand new to me. But that didn’t matter one iota – what I experienced at The National Folk Festival was some of the best traditional music Scotland has to offer.

What separates a great trad band from your average pub session is of course skill, unity and a high level of performance. The “new” Battlefield Band had all three in spades, filling the packed Budawang with glorious traditional reels, marches and hornpipes.

It was The Battlefield Band’s newest and youngest member Ewen Henderson who was the standout – which says a lot considering how talented all the members of The Battlefield Band are. His skill and dexterity with the fiddle in particular was not to be outmatched and there were times where it felt impossible that his fingers could move that fast. The highlight of the show I saw (and from all of their shows over the weekend from what I heard) was the fiddle battle between Henderson and Alasdair White which somehow morphed into an all out bagpipe performance with a duet from Henderson (once again) and Mike Katz – absolutely magic.

The Battlefield Band via the Veggie Burger: The homemade mayo – you think you know what to expect but it takes you to a place you never thought mayo could take you.

Uncle Bill

To be honest Uncle Bill was circled on my program because of their Smoke album with Paul Kelly. Sure, their reputation as one of Australia’s most enduring and well respected bluegrass bands in the country helped but admittedly I was going into their gig in Drowsy Maggies fairly uneducated.

And boy am I glad I circled them. In a festival rife with bluegrass acts Uncle Bill stood out because of their absolute professionalism. Watching Uncle Bill play was an absolute pleasure from start to finish, from the absolute skill of each of the players to the witty banter between each song. Chatting to a lot of people throughout the festival, including a number of artists, I discovered just how well respected Uncle Bill are with the most people exclaiming “how good is that band!?”.

The vast majority of the Uncle Bill set I saw were covers with quite a number of Paul Kelly songs making an appearance. I was impressed to realise about half way through that none of the instruments were plugged in – something I had missed as the sound quality had not been detrimentally affected in the slightest. A credit has to go to the sound team and the quality of the sound equipment for capturing that authentic around-the-mic bluegrass experience.

The highlight of the show was what Gerry Hale called his “Wall of Fiddles” – three fiddlers absolutely tearing up the stage (we tweeted a photo of the event here). Normally this many fiddles at once can be a bit much – it can border on school string orchestra territory – but Uncle Bill made it work and the results were toetappingly good.

Uncle Bill via the Veggie Burger: The vegetarian patty – all the right ingredients combined in just the right way.

Sam Buckingham (Feat, Sarah Humphreys)

Due to the Flute ‘n’ Fiddle’s propensity to fill up very quickly we made sure we snagged a seat very early for Sam Buckingham’s set there. And lucky that we did because by the time she stepped onto the stage armed with her electric mandolin the tent was full to the brim with people keen to experience and eager to listen to the Sydneysider’s brand of quirky folk-pop.

And Buckingham did not disappoint, immediately endearing herself to crowd with her songs about love and life. I can tell I liked her music because my notes are sparse (a good indication that I was paying attention rather than writing things down) although I did scribble down that “Shackles” was my favourite track.

In Jules’ review of The National Folk Festival (here) she mentioned that Sam Buckingham had guested with Sarah Humphreys during the latter’s set and it seems as though the favour was returned during the show I saw. Humphreys, complete with her child on her hip, complimented Sam Buckingham’s music beautifully, their voices one again silencing The Flute ‘n’ Fiddle.

Sam Buckingham via the Veggie Burger: The homemade tomato relish – quirky, zingy and just a little bit spicy.

In the end The National Folk Festival delivered in spades proving it is Australia’s premiere folk event. I only wish it wasn’t a year until I get to experience it all again – and that goes for the Veggie burgers as well!

National Folk Festival 2012: A Musical Feast Part 1

Food

Hosted over Easter by Our Nation’s Capital, The National Folk Festival is something I look forward to, and every year I am in equal measure befuddled by, and in awe of, the phantasmagoria of sounds and kaleidoscope of sights present.

Music, dance, workshops, and expert percussive monkey puppeteers – these are all reasons to attend. But of course, there is another…

Lounging amidst lashings of hot mulled wine, ubiquitous gozleme and meat on sticks, lays the lip-smacking delight that comes with a side-served promise of spiritual awakening, known as The Feast.

The Feast, folk festival grub perfected by vegetarian Hare Krishnas, has become a main attraction. Two parts Royal Rice and Mixed Veggie Curry, one part Kofta Balls and Tomato Chutney and one part Halava Dessert, The Feast describes The National Folk Festival itself – aromatic, wholesome, lively and at times, experimental (who knew that sweet, sticky date-laden halava and tomato chutney could taste so good once accidentally combined)?

For this reason I will allow The Hare Krishna Feast a guest spot in this report (as it ‘gets’ folk).

The Yearlings

This super-lovely set got off to a cute start, with Robyn and Chris, a.k.a. The Yearlings wholeheartedly strumming (as we wondered, “Why are they performing through their foldback, and underwater?” and “Who turned out the lights?”) until the sound guy helpfully pointed out that things had not yet begun. Then, after giggles all round and a formal introduction from the MC they were on their way, both visible and audible.

What followed was dreamy, alt-country, road-trippin’ side-winding – the kind that makes you think, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it”, or “Dernit, I fergit ma Stetson”.

Wildflower Girl” was ultra-cool. Robyn’s voice, with a touch of the Hope Sandovals, is so listenable and Chris coaxes milky tones from his electric guitar. Isn’t it so much more engrossing when talented guitarists don’t overdo it, even though they could?

After the gig we bumped into them at the sunscreen dispensary. They were friendly, relaxed and not the least bit sunburnt.

The Yearlings via The Feast: Everything that is great about The Feast, exists within The Yearlings. If I had to compare them to a particular part, it would be Royal Rice and Mixed Vegetable Curry: subtle, moreish, satisfying.

Sarah Humphreys (feat. Sam Buckingham)

Sarah Humphreys is quite the endearing performer. Somehow both shy and confident, she has a gentle, folky sway and a bunch of stories that, if told by a performer less natural, would seem too earnest for me (heck, she’s brought me to near-tears on more than one occasion).

This year at The National she was joined by her guitarist and a percussionist, which added a good amount of pep, to her oft introspective set.

I adore her most when she sings this song, which she did with fellow songbird, Sam Buckingham, silencing all in the Flute ‘n’ Fiddle and well into the fields beyond, even the drumming monkeys.

Sarah Humphreys via The Feast: Sweet like Halava.

April Verch

We wandered into a dark, cow-barn-sized, full of folk-folk room and settled in on the floor to catch some country/bluegrass tunes sung by a tiny, be-frocked Canadian fiddler accompanied by her wickedly skilled band (Cody Walters on double bass and banjo and Hayes Griffin on guitar).

All seemed wonderfully put together, hearty, festival, fiddle-driven fare until…April Verch started TAP DANCING!

I rummaged around for her programme bio to confirm that yes, this was happening and yes, April is not only a multi-instrumentalist and cherished Canadian musical export, she is also known in the business for her ‘step dancing’ prowess.

What the?

Over the next 30 minutes April and her band wowed us with their 3-man show. They were true performers, charming and funny (Hayes pointed out wryly that the only way to tell one fiddle tune from another is by the name, how true).

I’m Still Trying” was uber-country in both lyrical style and arrangement, and simply lovely. The final number, “Bumblebee in a Jug” was a foot stompin’ hurrah that had me looking around for bumblebees swarming from jugs (‘cause people play jugs at the Folky).

To finish, the crowd sung Happy Birthday to April and she forgave us for not bringing a card. It was short notice, after all.

April Verch via The Feast: Just like a small dollop of Tomato Chutney, April Verch stepped up with a surprising amount of (high) kick!

The Ellis Collective

Being a Sound Guy at a folk festival is pretty much the job from Hell. Sound checks in real time, constant rearranging of instrument mics, vocal mics and leads, knob/big ego/fiddle fiddling, it’s no walk in the park.

On Friday night, as The Ellis Collective prepared to folk-rock the Majestic (a 1950s circus-style tent and newish venue at The National), it was clear that there might be technical difficulties. The show was running 25 minutes late, for starters.

When Matty Ellis and his band of ragamuffin folksters graced the stage, they were met with raucous applause. Having recently been ‘Unearthed’ in 2011, their following is growing in number and devotion and those attending didn’t seem to mind the murky sound one bit. The Ellis Collective soldiered through the sound and even sanctioned some specific, rhythmic audience participation, which much to their bemusement, the odd wag continued in unexpected songs, with the full audience’s final approval delivered in said-same rhythm-claps instead of the usual applause.

The gig swung from an avant-garde experiment that at one point saw nine band members on stage (incl. four percussionists, one playing a chain, in a bucket) to a moving, heartfelt performance, and it brought the tent down. Sound Guy Hell, but fan Heaven.

The Ellis Collective via The Feast: Crunchy, crunchy Kofta Balls.

David Ross MacDonald

A cool thing to do at a folk festival is take a punt, as we did on Friday afternoon, with David Ross MacDonald.

Knowing nothing about him, we sat ourselves down in the Flute ‘n’ Fiddle, taking care to manage our exit strategy, should his set not fill our 40 minutes with joy (sounds harsh but there is a LOT of music to get through at The National)! The only clue that we were about to see something good was that The Yearlings crept in via a sneaky side entrance to watch. Did I mention how much I like The Yearlings?

David, a troubadour in folk-armour (white shirt and vest), had us immediately. And I can’t quite pinpoint what it was that captivated, perhaps the blend of introversion, quirk, honesty and sing-scat-humming to himself off mic. If you watch this shaky recording of “Ruby Stone” (try to ignore the children crying), you might hear what I think I heard – a hint of Darren Hanlon and something deeply lovely. And we all joined in with the chorus.

(Here, why not watch some more, it’s fun)!

I also liked what he had to say – whether dispensing advice from his Mother (“Adapt or die!”) or telling a funny story about a family holiday with Grandpa that takes a twist and punches you in the guts with brutal, beautiful observation.

David is a great guitarist but his appeal isn’t abracadabra or production. We lined up to buy his latest album after the gig (and maybe gush a little) and I like it, but his live performance with nothing added, seemed so, so pure. The album longs me to see him live again.

In any case, I give David Ross MacDonald two of my thumbs, pointed skyward.

David Ross MacDonald via The Feast: Have you ever eaten the feast for lunch AND dinner. David Ross MacDonald is just like that.

In sum, The National Folk Festival rules. So does sunscreen, songbirds, tap dancing, Sound Guys, Grandparents, D. R. MacDonald and of course, The Feast.

Review: Womadelaide, 2012

Timber and Steel are big fans of Womadelaide festival. The event takes place over 4 days during the March long weekend every year and brings dozens of the world’s best traditional musicians to the city for a romp of cultural celebration and unique performances. As a full time student and worker, the festival holds a strong significance in my life, as it surely does for tens of thousands of others as well. It’s the time of year that life slows down for a moment, the pressures of work and study are lifted, and curiosity and enjoyment take over. Its brilliance is that it has the power to make the most tightly wound folk feel like a carefree traveller, even if it’s only fleetingly before it all starts again. Testament to this is the fact that I can only get around to reviewing the festival a month after it took place. Even reflecting on it is somewhat soothing.

Whilst the previous year’s lineup was perhaps more folky in the sense of what we mostly write about here at Timber and Steel, 2012 had a lot to offer. The Friday opening night unfortunately clashed with Charles Bradley’s one and only performance at Barrio, so my Womadelaide did not begin until the Saturday afternoon. Penguin Cafe were the first act I crossed paths with, and I immediately recognised most of the tunes although never having listened to the band before. I could only describe it as the most fun you can have with classical music- verging on folk and pop. Apparently the band is really very famous and has been performing at Womad festivals for quite some time, which would explain why some of their songs seemed so familiar.

I spent some time checking out much-hyped Palestinian group Le Trio Joubran before stumbling across the highlight of my festival- The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain. Lined up in a row with an arsenal of varying ukuleles, this charming and cheeky bunch of fun loving Brits put on an amazing show with both crowd pleasing cover renditions of popular songs and mesmerizing feats of arrangement as they flawlessly recreate all manner of genres entirely with one instrument, my favourite being their foray into Dixieland. Check them out below.

First Aid Kit were probably the only act on the bill that we frequently write about on Timber and Steel, and they were next on the agenda. I listened to their debut album a lot and was very impressed with their title track and first single from the new album. For those unfamiliar, First Aid Kit are 2 very young Swedish sisters that truly embrace the sound of classic American folk music, and remind most of Laura Marling with Fleet Foxesesque harmonies. Live, the flawless harmonies they achieve are all the more impressive. It was gratifying to see the pair perform with such confidence and unreserved passion, showing they aren’t above head-banging in moments of intensity. First Aid Kit had some decent publicity prior to their performance and the crowd was correspondingly strong. The sisters spent a lot of their set introducing the new album, which was the first time I heard it and I must say I am pleased with their direction- veering further towards folk and country and further from indie-pop. Exhibit A- their recent ode to their favourite folk musicians below.

Saturday ended with a fantastic curry and eclectic performances from Melbourne Ska Orchestra, Bonobo and Dirty Three.

Sunday was my girlfriend’s birthday and I brought her along to enjoy an afternoon of decidedly French-flavoured music. French-Senegalese heartthrob Tété kicked off the day’s proceedings with a good set of his trademark acoustic-pop/delta-blues blend. The result is truly unique, I honestly can’t say I’ve heard anything like it before. His guitar work was impressive, as was his voice, but for me the acoustic-pop element of his songs verged too closely to the likes of Jason Mraz and were ultimately slightly too predictable for my liking. Decide for yourself below.

Next we checked out French violinist/looper Chapelier Fou, which translates to “mad hatter”. I heard  from others that he was a highlight of their festival, and he was a very impressive musician. I susppose the experimental nature of the music and the repetitiveness of the looping put me off somewhat because I didn’t make it through to the end of his set before I opted for a trip to the food precinct of the festival. That evening I was lucky enough to catch Gurrumul for the first time, whom I’d wanted to see for a long time. The seated show was amazingly well attended and I only managed to get a spot behind an unfortunately large and dense shrub. Since I couldn’t see anyway there really wasn’t much else to do than close my eyes and enjoy it. I quickly caught a bit of Chilean folk star Nano Stern before calling it a night.

I made it to the festival on Monday just in time to see local act and friends Bearded Gypsy Band take to the stage for their first Womadelaide show. The group of incredibly young and talented musicians are notorious in South Australia for providing an unlikely party atmosphere with their moving arrangements that draw influence from gypsy swing, jazz and folk. It was a warm day and the crowd was packed in like sardines to get close to the Zoo stage and witness the lads finally get their opportunity to spread their craft with a significant new audience. You never get tired of seeing the Bearded Gypsy Band, and it was lovely to see how much it meant to them to be playing the festival.

We stuck around the Zoo stage for a while and checked out a piece of roving Japanese theatre called Sivouplait before joining in on Ivorian songstress Dobet Gnahore’s vocal workshop, which was a lot of fun.

I was by myself for a lot of the festival as a lot of the friends that I usually go with were interstate or working and I still really enjoyed myself. I probably didn’t make the most of every day but it’s honestly that relaxing that I didn’t really feel the need to. It’s not going anywhere.  See you next year, Womadelaide.

Review: Justin Townes Earle, The Factory Theatre, Sydney

Justin Townes Earle
Image Courtesy of The AU Review

Justin Townes Earle
4th April 2012, The Factory Theatre
Sydney

“Ladies and Gentlemen my head feels like a pencil eraser, pencil eraser”

And so it began. Justin Townes Earle had stepped on stage at the Factory Theatre for the Sydney leg of his Bluesfest sideshows in his usual style – simultaneously charming and bamboozling the audience before presenting his exceptional brand of American folk and country music.

I first saw Justin Townes Earle at last year’s Blue Mountains Music Festival where he performed solo with a fiddle player in accompaniment. Since then Earle has released a band heavy album (Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now) so the show he presented this time around was markedly different – instead of a fiddle player he was flanked by a guitarist/mandolinist and a bass player. The result was a much fuller sound but in the end this was Justin Townes Earle and it’s the songs that people came to see.

Through his entire back catalogue Justin Townes Earle has proved himself a master story teller. His show traversed songs from all of his albums, reimagining much of his “solo” work into the context of the three piece band. At times I found the sound a little muddy mainly on the bass end of the scale, which was probably due to the cavernous venue rather than any fault of the sound team, but this did not overshadow just how good a singer and songwriter Earle is. Songs like “One More Night in Brooklyn” were given an extra dimension with the addition of the lead guitar and base while the songs from his new album, such as the title track “Nothing’s Gonna Change The Way You Feel About Me Now” (‘This is a song I wrote to piss off a girl’), sat perfectly alongside his older material.

“Just because the new record has horns, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to do this”

Midway through the show Justin Townes Earle dismissed his band and played a series of songs with just his voice and guitar. I just love the way this man plays his instrument – somehow weaving the lead and rhythm parts together while also providing percussion through his trademark “whack” of the strings. It was during this solo set that Earle played some of my favourite tracks of his, “They Killed John Henry” and “Mama’s Eyes”, both of which are completely different from each other but both of which were absolutely pitch perfect and had me singing along with every note.

When the band returned to the stage Justin Townes Earle polished off his show with a number of new songs, some older tracks and of course some covers. While the rest of the crowd was probably most impressed with the Townes Van Zandt and Springsteen covers in the encore it was his version of The Replacement’s “Can’t Hardly Wait” that stuck in my head as I left probably due to the driving mandolin riff all the way through.

I feel blessed to have had the chance to see Justin Townes Earle again this year. He’s an amazing songwriter, a quirky and endearing performer and an absolutely fascinating personality. If you’ve never been along to one of his shows I can’t stress enough how hard you should try and catch him next time he’s out. Amazing.

Review: Blue Mountains Music Festival

Blue Mountains Music Festival
Image Courtesy of the Blue Mountains Music Festival

To start, an admission: I’m a terrible festival attendee. My handful of must-sees quickly gives way to a fickle drifting, distracted eyes and ears rarely attentive for a whole set. I’m also, as you’ll quickly discover, musically illiterate yet fascinated and enthralled by a language I don’t understand. Lyrically, I feel adept to make comment; instrumentally I flounder and use inappropriate and often incorrect words. You’ve been warned: what follows is a review of the beautiful Blue Mountains Folk, Roots and Blues Music Festival by a musical illiterate with a deep love and appreciation for what she hears.

Thanks to Timber and Steel’s Editor in Chief Evan Hughes plans to marry one of my oldest (very youthful) friends, the lovely Sarah Tuz, and my convenient home in the misty, mystical Blue Mountains, I’m writing my first review for Timber and Steel.

Like many fellow festival attendees, I spent the preceding week checking the weather forecast, anticipating a repeat of last year’s perpetual rain and shin-deep mud bath (not atypical in the Bluies). Yet I also knew, as you can read in Evan’s review of last year’s festival, that the residents of the Blue Mountains and those attending from afar, are resilient and undeterred by a bit of soggy trudging between venues, and well-equipped with assorted gumboots and waterproof parkas.

The seventeenth Blue Mountains Musical Festival was, as the program described, the usual motley affair of folk, roots, blues, latin, world, jazz, bluegrass, Indie, reggae, blessed with artists from the quirky, theatrical The Beez, to the determined and socially conscious Blue King Brown. Young local musicians such as the passionate young Claude Hay played just metres away from the iconic Judy Collins, tackling themes from the intimate to the comical to the political and everything in between.

A “favourite five” glimpse of what we saw:

Fred Smith and Liz Frencham

Fred Smith is a songwriter of 15 years. He’s also an Australian diplomat who has been posted to far corners of the earth – from Bouganville to Uruzgan. Skilfully, he combines these two personas as a master storyteller, conjuring hope, despair and laughter in his audience. I was suitably curious to see him on both Friday and Saturday evening.

Fred began his collaboration with the beautiful, cheeky, passionate Liz Frencham at the National Folk Festival in 2002. Liz on vocals and cello brought balance and intimacy to Smith’s performance on Friday night, enthralling the audience with her vivacious enjoyment of her instrument, balancing Fred’s dry humour with a distinctly feminine presence onstage. The evening mixed the political – such as “Blue Guitar”, reflecting on his time in the Solomon Islands, to the everyday and personal, such as “In My Room”.

Throughout Saturday evenings Dust of Uruzgan (the title of his new album) performance, Smith used a combination of story, song and multi-media to tell of his time posted in the Uruzgan province of Afghanistan. What left the audience hopeful, despite his often tragic stories of distrust and fear, was Smith’s wry yet playful sense of humour, and his overt belief that in spite of the everyday horrors he witnessed, peace is still possible.

Liz Frencham and the rest of the band served as instruments by which Smith added life to his stories. Smith gave voice to the men and women of the armed forces in the province, describing the monotony of constant threat, the loss and death and ceaseless dust. It was not all bleak- from within the reality of war; Smith described uplifting friendships, a spot of ‘Schwafelen’ (brush up on your Dutch to translate this one) and plenty of laughter. A memorable and poignant experience.

Abigail Washburn and Kai Welch

Abigail Washburn’s sweet drawl and croaky laugh is just as compatible with Bluegrass as with traditional Chinese folk songs (hand gestures included). Vivacious, Nashville-based Washburn, complimented by co-writer and singing partner Kai Welch, blessed their Blue Mountains audience with some ramblin’ afternoon tunes, from the delicate “Dreams of Nectar” to the traditional Chinese folk song whose title (ironically for the weekend) translates ‘The Sun Has Come Out and we are so Happy’. Some soul-quietening, smile-delivering entertainment to bring in the Saturday evening.

My Friend the Chocolate Cake

Aptly described by our MC as ‘fizzy and effervescent pop’, My Friend the Chocolate Cake played us a range of tunes from their 21 years at the forefront of Australian Music.

Pianist and vocalist David Bridie started us on a melancholy note with “Strange Crumbs From the Suburban Fringe”, quickly swinging between the carnival and the cinematic in a set filled with songs you recognise but can’t quite place – probably from their presence on a plethora of Australian film and TV soundtracks.

Having never seen them before, I’m unsure if this is typical, but apart Bridie steering the show, and quirky Hope Csutoris on Violin, the rest of the band played along unobtrusively as if willing the audience to ignore the band and draw upon and use the music to conjure up their own images and memories. Bridies’ lovely shy young daughter joined the band on vocals for a rollin’ rendition of “25 Stations”, as My Friend the Chocolate Cake used suburban symbols integral to the Australian identity, music like the voice of a familiar and comfortable old friend.

Harry Manx, Judy Collins, Claude Hay

Bringing in Saturday evening, living up to my wandering tendencies our 7pm timeslot was filled with three very different artists I was very curious to see.

Firstly, a storytelling session with the diverse and bewitching Harry Manx accompanied by the extraordinarily talented and energetic virtuoso Hammond Organ musician Clayton Dooley. I sat, mesmerised as Manx minimised talk between songs, telling tale after tale, fusing eastern musical traditions with the Blues. Disappointingly, our time was cut short by the desire not to miss out on the legendary Judy Collins.

We skilfully edged into the jam-packed Big Top tent for a glimpse of Judy Collins, looking radiant, relaxed and all decked out in glitter and grin. At 71, Judy’s career spans more that half a century, and judging by the composition of the audience, attracts fans spanning many generations and backgrounds. The air was thick with nostalgia, and the voices of hundreds of festival attendees reminiscing in unison. The lyrics of Bob Dylans’ “Mr Tamborine Man” could no doubt be heard halfway up Katoomba St, Judy leading the crowd. Unfortunately, due my partner’s sore foot (see below paragraph), we hobbled across to the RSL stage where we discovered a whole generation perhaps untouched by Judy Collins.

Claude Hay had a collection of Blue Mountains youth dancing furiously to his Blue and Roots tunes. Feeling strangely old (especially compared to the rest of our time at the festival), we sat and watched the ‘young people’ shake and groove and chant along to defiant lyrics, while we polished our dentures and moaned about our arthritis.

Eric Bibb

A beautiful conclusion to my second Blue Mountains Music Festival. Eric Bibb, accompanied by Swedish guitarist Staffan Astner, bestowed upon the audience an exceptional set of traditional and contemporary folk-blues tunes. It was Erics’ fourth Blue Mountains Festival, and second time visiting the Mountains in the space of a year- he played at Blackheath Community Centre in April 2011.

Everything about Eric contrasted with the pervasive fog outside the tent, from his bright orange shirt to his infectious and radiant smile. Staffan, dressed in black, hat obscuring his eyes and occasionally bemused smile, was Eric’s quiet yet brilliant shadow. From “Stagger Lee”, “Floodwater”, “Troubadour”, “Tell my Baby” and “Going Down the Road Feeling Bad”, Eric played a mixture of covers and originals which created a warm and contented audience, pleased to be sharing the moment and the music with hundreds of others in the Big Top, rather than outside in Katoomba’s best mist and drizzle.

Review: Charles Bradley, Barrio, Adelaide


Image courtesy of Charles Bradley

Charles Bradley with Clairy Browne and the Bangin’ Rackettes
9th March, Barrio (Adelaide Festival),
Adelaide

There’s not much that could make South Australian audiences miss the opening Friday night of the annual Womadelaide festival in the Botanic Park, but going by the sell-out crowd at Adelaide’s newest and quirkiest hot-spot Barrio- Charles Bradley is a worthy exception.

Barrio is a late-night, shanty-town maze of restaurants, bars, markets and stages that popped up on the Adelaide Festival Centre Plaza a week or so ago as part of Adelaide Festival. The destination has proved a hit with Adelaide’s mad-March merrymakers, with lines often backed up to North Terrace with eager patrons ready to make an offering to the Barrio ‘shrine’ upon entering (it’s actually a thing). The bizarre space is unlike anything and creates a wild vibe for a performance.

Kicking off the night’s proceedings with otherwordly sass was Melbourne’s Clairy Browne & the Bangin’ Rackettes. The nine piece diva-soul ensemble made a powerful impression with well crafted and catchy original tunes that pay nostalgic homage to the gospels of yesteryear. Whilst Browne’s enormous voice, charisma and presence stole the show, her band do a sterling job and provided some pretty special moments themselves. Her tune “Love Letter” has been recieving some spins on Triple J, and  the outfit were certainly deserved recipients of the honour of warming the stage for the main event- (as he was introduced enthusiastically on the night) “the one and only, the black swan, the screaming eagle of soul, the original victim of love; Charles Bradley“.

For those who don’t know of Charles Bradley it’s best to get this across early; he is a phenomenon. Releasing his debut album No Time for Dreaming in 2011 at the tender age of 63, Bradley took the world by storm with a voice and a collection of songs that are unparalleled in the current era of music. Sure, Bradley draws influence from the likes of James Brown and Otis Redding and obvious comparisons can be made, but Bradley produces a sound and a performance that’s unique and touching.

Bradley almost exclusively explores 2 themes in his music- 1) that the world is full of trouble, pain, heartache and sorrow, and 2) that love and belief is the remedy to it all- and boy does he believe what he preaches. I’ve listened to Bradely’s debut a lot and songs like “The World is Going Up in Flames”, “Golden Rule” and “Trouble in the Land” were some of my favourite tracks to come out of last year, but seeing them performed live and in the flesh with all of Bradley’s raw emotion unashamedly on display added yet another dimension. Check out some of his handywork below.

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