there is a band from the eighties called the hothouse flowers. today i listened through two of their records. the honest and raw, People, and the masterpiece, songs from the rain.
people is this interesting sort of stream of consciousness writing that seldom works well - and in this case, almost does and almost doesn't. its a bit rambly, but it is soooooo honest. and so often in music that is the very quality that is missing, and on account that they are far more gospel than they are celtic, the honesty is particularily comforting - and less rambly than a lot of stream of conciousness rants i've experienced in gospel settings. it is definitely worth the listen, and the moments of brilliance on this record are frequent and appropriately described as such.
songs from the rain is perfect. pulsing at the steady hand of jerry fehily* lays a canvas for Liam O'Maonlai to carry on as he does where he sings and plays with a sort of careless gracefulness that is not unlike jeff buckley's same quality. this is not to say that he sounds like or should be compared to buckley in any way, other than they both seem to possess a certain freedom and dominion over their musical expressions that is far beyond what any training can do.
*seriously, one of the best drummers i've ever heard... ever.
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