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19 Apr 2006
Mr. Bsag gave me this album for my birthday having heard a couple of tracks on Radio 3, and it turned out to be a terrific choice. Chris Wood is a fairly traditional folk singer in style, though he mixes traditional folk songs and---for want of a better word---modern folk songs he has written himself. However, the clarity of his delivery and instrumentation, and the passion with which he sings sets him apart. The title of the album is apt in many ways. Like Ralph Vaughan Williams's 'The Lark Ascending', his music speaks in a subtle and unique way about England as a country and what it means to be British, without patriotism and xenophobia rearing their ugly, Union Jack-wearing heads. However, there's a strong air of melancholy about this album, so it seems appropriate for the lark to be descending rather than ascending.
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