Ever dream about going down to a pub and discovering one of those mysteriously gorgeous Yorkshire lasses with that mysteriously gorgeous way of singing, the voice that just carries you off into melancholy storytelling about the sea, about unrequited love, about hardship and longing…?
Okay, maybe that’s my sort of thing.
I basked all weekend in the glow of the new album by Kate Rusby. Underneath the Stars is my favorite Rusby record yet — beautifully recorded, giving her voice all the space it needs, and supporting her with delicate musicianship. The lyrics are like a collection of good old-fashioned Irish poetry. And the song “Falling” is going to make it onto any mix-disc I make this year.
Here’s a review from AllMusic.com.
Many thanks to my good friend Kenny Heaton for introducing me to Ms. Rusby’s bewitchingly beautiful talents.
Er… ahem… Kate Rusby is from Barnsley, Yorkshire, United Kingdom.
Which is to say, she’s not Irish.
Duly noted. Embarassment and shame. Revisions made. Point still stands: She’s a beauty. (My introduction to her was, if I recall correctly, on some Irish tunes, so I made an assumption.)