Orton, Beth : Concrete Sky

More straw-sucking folk-fluffery

More straw-sucking folk-fluffery from Our Lady of the Quilted Twelve String. This is so agrarian it could milk a cow at ten paces. Michael Eavis would probably whistle it while baling hay and/or trimming his unusual beard, or wondering what to do now with his huge fence. What does it sound like? Oh, you know, bluesy sweet-beats, trip-hopping background bits, nasal twangery; the usual, really. It’s both vaguely trendy and quite nice, suggesting forthcoming album ‘Daybreaker’ is as far removed from previous slow-mo folk-fest ‘Central Reservation’ as a snail is from its shell.

Sarah Dempster