Monday 6 November 2017

Another Album Review

The Wife of Urban Law               Peter Knight's Gigspanner

        Now The Wife of Urban Law” is formally launched, the band are embarking on an extensive U.K. Tour to promote it. It is Gigspanner's fourth album, timed to be on general release at Halloween 2017. Canny marketing this, as it is both a magical and a haunting album and the musicianship is devilishly good. (Sorry!)
       Ex-Steeleye Peter Knight's musicianship was once praised by the late Sir Terry Pratchett. Which elevated him highly in my standing well before I first played this new album. Peter and his Gigspanners are rightly popular. He likes to attach his name to bands, just like John Mayall does with his Bluesbreakers-but fair play:Knight's influence is everywhere on this album. A graduate of The Royal Academy, his work is undeniably pleasing and highly innovative. To say he plays the fiddle is like saying Chopin was a decent pianist.
      The album title is taken from an inscription on an 1884 tombstone in an Oxfordshire graveyard. Urban Law was a person rather than a piece of legislation. The opening bars of Urban's Reel's is redolent of Dire Straits as in Telegraph Road or Private Investigations. Knopfleresque notes are finger picked out over an ominous background drone. It would be superbly spooky soundtrack music. Then, just as you have settled to this gloomy opening, away it dances into an entirely different mood and time zone. Eventually to segue into a rather nifty, flamenco paced ending. Leaving the listener scratching their head and wondering quite how they got there. Dancing across tabletops in some Taverna, when you started off peeping through your fingers on top of some bleak moorland.
         Lament For The Wife of Urban Law is one of two songs exploring who this guy and his wife may have been. Several of the studio tracks are full of uncertaintly and conjecture like this. Musical questionmarks, phrases and snatches of tunes hang in the air along with the long,suspended chords which hum away threateningly beneath the tracks.
           Rocking The Cradle is a spinetingling piece of work. Haunting sound effects accompany a structured musical introduction and continue to provide an eerie background throughout. It is a sad tale ,just ripe for telling round a blazing log fire at the end of October and the start of Samhain. A quite extraordinary piece of work, with mesmerising instrumentation leading to a sudden ending, with waves washing somewhere onto a deserted midnight beach. Probably only a synthesiser or a bit of creative sampling-but it had me hiding behind the settee and checking that the front door was locked every time I listened to it. The longest track on the album but not a second is wasted.
        Peggy and The Soldier Is a metronomic treatment of a familiar song. This lends a calm and relaxing air to it. Spencer The Rover is the framework of a well known and oft-performed piece of Folk Music. Once again the scene is set with the vocal:a familiar tale of misfortune and lamentation and reminiscence of travel in faraway places. Then we are whisked away from Spencer's adventures and his descent into poverty and off on a musical magic carpet ride. The music perfectly fits Spencer's nomadic lifestyle and life journeys, before his eventual return to a kind of domesticity.
      Bold Riley is one of my favourite songs and this version stands up to all the others I know. Beware: it is destined to be a horribly clingy earworm if you listen to it too much or too often. The chorus is a great hook-always has been,popular with singing audiences, but there is also a very nicely paced central instrumental section.
      Penny The Hero, recorded “live” in Dartmouth, has echoes of Afro-Caribbean rhythmns woven throughout-both from the guitar work of Roger Flack and the percussion of Sacha Trochet. A flighty piece of nonsense with a lighter mood than some of the other tracks-much as befits a song dedicated to a pub game.
     The Blackbird was also recorded “live” at the Dartmouth venue. It is a delightful, richly layered instrumental where Flack and Knight call out question and answer phrases to each other. It wanders seamlessly through Jazz, Trad. Arr. Rock and Classical and back again. Knight's depth of expression here is tremendous. Subtle at times, infectiously rugged at others.
         This is a cracking album. So many good CDs have already been released in 2017, for example from Frigg, Sam Kelly, The Young Uns,and Pilgrims Way, to name but a few. But this one definitely deserves to be to be added to the (growing!) pile of keepers. I played it over and over again on first receipt and long after. I heard something different in each track every time. Anyone adding this to their collection will need to be fit. Your feet will be tapping throughout and at times you may well be sorely tempted to leap up and dance along with it. That's when you are not peering under the table to ensure the Bogeyman is not hiding there.