On Wednesday November 30th,
WagonWheel Presents… is delighted to welcome Canadian singer/songwriter
Amelia Curran back to Sheffield when she joins us at The Greystones. Her most recent album Hunter, Hunter on Six Shooter Records has won rave reviews and her previous live shows have always been something special. Completing a great bill for the evening will be
Daughter Of Frank and
The Listeners. Doors open 7.30pm for an 8pm start. Advance tickets priced at £6 are available from WeGotTickets (
http://www.wegottickets.com/event/132931 ) and from the venue. Entry on the night will be £8.
***AMELIA CURRAN***
Amelia Curran is a seeker. Nearly a decade ago she left St. John’s for Halifax, but still pines for Newfoundland every single day. With a number of East Coast Music Award nominations and an extensive discography, including: War Brides (2006), Lullaby for Barflies (2002), Trip Down Little Road (2001), and Barricade (2000), Curran knew it was finally time to make a record at home, latest release ‘Hunter, Hunter’.
Over the past two years she recorded with Don Ellis in various caverns in St. John’s, the city of legends, from the abandoned CBC building on Duckworth Street to an old farm house on the fringes of town. For Curran St. John’s captures the essence of her inner huntress.
A songwriter by trade, but a writer at heart, Curran believes language is everything. She describes the craft of song-writing as an act of “expressing the inexpressible, a means of describing the indescribable.”
“Bye, Bye Montreal” could pay homage to Leonard Cohen and the thriving arts scene of yesteryear, but that’s the beauty of Curran. She never explicitly says what her songs about. She just opens the door and allows room for various interpretations and relationships.
“All Hands On A Grain of Sand,” speaks to Curran’s ability to elevate the lyrical into the poetical. Her desire to reconcile the past and move into the future is a constant struggle. “Ah Me,” manifests biblical myths into self-reflexive epiphanies, while “The Mistress,” is part confession, part obsession. A narrative-driven internal contention of what it means to be the other woman.
“Mad World, Outlive Me,” mines for the truth and untouchable gems held deep within the soul. With splashes of folk and cabaret aesthetics, “The Company Store,” wades through a lost way of life.
“Julia,” turns the page on a bleeding heart, while “Tiny Glass Houses,” shatters expectations and rebuilds the broken places within us all. “The Dozens,” is a toe-tapping rendition of harnessing one’s inner lover.
Retribution arrives in both “Love’s Lost Regard,” and “Wrecking Ball,” but it’s the album’s closer, “Last Call,” that leaves listeners thirsty for another round.
“
One of this country’s finest singer-songwriters“
Montreal Gazette
http://www.ameliacurran.com/
***DAUGHTER OF FRANK***
Acoustic folk rocker Daughter Of Frank, aka Victoria Hogg, has been writing and singing her own songs from an early age. Record and publishing deals were secured which saw her working with a band under the name ‘Victorialand’ alongside some top producers (see
www.myspace.com/victorialands). Now concentrating on her work as a solo artist, Victoria is making a welcome return to Sheffield and the live scene where yo can expect a typically captivating performance.
http://www.myspace.com/daughteroffrank
***THE LISTENERS***
“Tell them I came, and no one answered. That I kept my word”
From ‘The Listeners’, by Walter de la Mare.
The Listeners is Emma Thorpe – on her own or with her collaborators. She sings in cinematic detail from a small town on the North Nottinghamshire borders.
Thorpe was born into music – her mother taught her to finger-pick, introducing her to the music of PJ Harvey, Sandy Denny, Susan Vega, Roy Harper and Bob Dylan along the way; Her father Kevin was well respected on the blues scene for his albums with Out Of The Blue; And her aunt managed Welsh psychedelic legends Man.
Despite this heritage Thorpe has shaped her own evocative sound. Sometimes wilfully naive, sometimes considered and precise – her choice of chords is particular and unusual and her finger-picking weaves a strange atmosphere – the likes of which you’d more likely find in a Lynch film or a novel by Bolano than in the sculpted folk of her inspirations. And like those who inspire her – Nick Cave, Patti Smith, William Blake, she loves to muse on nature & religion: God, the devil, good and evil, and like the Pre Raphaelite Brotherhood she tries to tell it like it is – to reveal both the beauty and the devastation of life: Red Dust portrays human insignificance under darkening skies; Dinner For One traces the fading past of a destroyed relationship; You wouldn’t think that it took years for Thorpe to accept her own arresting voice and lyrical vision. Time well spent in distillation perhaps: This is music that is close to the source. These are songs, born of tradition, alive in the present day, revealing & fragile, excecuted spare and sharp.
“
The Listeners were f*cking brilliant last night”
Richard Hawley
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Alternately gentle and dramatic… like PJ Harvey pissed off, unplugged and wearing a kaftan.”
Music Mart
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Stirring stuff…like Nico back from the grave for an autumn night’s campfire singalong, while their hushed mid-set tracks recall “Ocean of Noise” Arcade Fire.”
This City
http://listeners.tumblr.com/
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