Bridget Hayden made her name in experimental circles, collaborating with woolly, droning out-there ensembles like Vibracathedral Cathedral, Telescopes and Sunburned Hand of the Man. But this Yorkshire artist is also in touch with the deepest of cores, the mournful, elementally simple human resonance of traditional British folk, Appalachian hill music and the blues. This eight song EP reinterprets old songs with fresh heartache, paring them back to the essentials: fiddle, banjo, accordion and Hayden’s clarion soprano . . .
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