Milkwood Tapestry

Although ostensibly a duo, 's sole album is not, by any means, strictly or merely a folky's record, although music certainly instructs its sound, particularly the British Isles strain with its flourishes of instrumentation and lyricism. and 's sound and style would have certainly been quite different had it not been for the example of . That band's influence is heard particularly in the later, quite wonderful and idiosyncratic acoustic songs added as bonus tracks to this outstanding CD reissue. Garnished by delicate recorder and cello (and occasionally harpsichord) accompaniment, these previously unreleased songs sound, paradoxically, as if they could only have emerged either from an Elizabethan time warp or out of the strange, progressively antiquated milieu of the late '60s. The original album also has its fair share of dotty acoustic numbers and, as fine as many of them are, they occasionally teeter over the cliff separating the mountain of prettiness from the valley of cute. As often is the case with this sort of thing from this particular era, the lyrics can seem exceedingly twee at times ( ), a fact that can be as much an attribute as a detriment depending on the listener's mood and perspective regarding these things, either adding a patina of delightful guilelessness, a certain childlike whimsicality, or inducing a troublesome, annoying cavity. Even if you lean toward the latter evaluation though, the music is hardly sickening or too sweet. In fact, at least half the original album is quite hard-hitting, even quite -- yes -- , with sharp fuzz guitar solos, acidic ebbs and flows, dark turns of melody, and wildly manic vocals from . are prime examples, rising to and then retreating from electric crescendos before frantically bubbling again just before dramatic halts. is also, well, an excursion into exceedingly trippy territory, while is positively caliber in its stateliness. The rest has a certain heady, swirling quality that makes consistently wonderful listening. ~ Stanton Swihart