This debut album by the young English folk singer
Kate Rusby comes across the water with enormous hype behind it, so one's first impulse is to listen with a little cynicism. But from the first track she takes that impulse and demolishes it -- or, more accurately, sings and rocks it gently to sleep. Her voice is not perfect, but it's used perfectly: she sings in a clear but just slightly ragged high alto, without gimmick and without self-consciousness. The songs she picks are perfect, too: a sprightly old English knights-and-dragons ballad ("Sir Eglamore"), songs about doomed young love ("Drowned Lovers," "Annan Waters") and an absolutely gorgeous original, also about doomed young love. There's also a country song, though you won't recognize it as such, and an adaptation of "I Am Stretched on Your Grave" that should put Sinead O'Connor out of business (though to be fair, Sinead's version wasn't bad either). Her backup is, not to belabor the term here, perfect throughout, in particular the fiddling of
John McCusker and the harmony singing of
Davy Steele. This is a thrilling album, hopefully the first of many.