The musician for whom the phrase ‘strapping young lad’ seems to have been invented returns with his third album of violin and banjo-propelled rock and reel, the first to capture the tightly-wound-energy of his gigs. In his high, tensely quavering voice, Lakeman tells of men cut down in their prime by the vagaries of war, wenches and weather, while his band’s stomping, stinging arrangements conjure one hell of an electric storm.
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