Brighton folk-punk quartet the New Eves drag the folk tradition kicking and screaming into the 21st century on their superb debut LP. It’s a true Esoteric Britannia statement with their deeply ingrained and quietly terrifying Albion roots merging effortlessly with the anarchic post-punk of the Slits and the Aupairs, the hypnotic rhythmic grooves of Can, and droning strings ala Velvet Underground era John Cale. For a start.
It’s a truly visceral experience, and reaches Comus like levels of intensity at times.
Check out their wonderfully unhinged modernisation and deconstruction of the Alfred Noyes narrative poem The Highwayman, previously put to music by Phil Ochs for a primer. Poor old Phil would not cope.
Great stuff and would potentially have been my album of the year last year, had I known of it then.
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