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All of the songs on this lovely debut seem at times
as familiar and comforting as kissing an old friend. Such delightful
glockenspiels, such pretty vocal harmonies - there’s an intimate
beauty at work here that speaks of innocence, fun and contentment.
It’s hard not to smile when a man makes a trombone sound through
pursed lips. These are mellow, organic-sounding vignettes lightly
dusted in a satisfying Country coating, uncomplicated yet sophisticated
all at once. It’s hard to pinpoint a favourite because they’re
all so good and true.
Yet despite the harmonious pop veneer there lies
behind a good number of the choruses a dolorous yearning. Riley
Briggs’ vocals are more often than not forlorn and wistful,
a peculiar moonstruck cadence adding greater pathos to the already
gently melancholic lyrics. But this isn’t a sad album, nor
should it be dismissed as unnecessarily fey or whimsical. This is
an album that makes reviewers want to rhyme hazy with lazy, and
write about the kind of sun-kissed summers that are rarely seen
on this side of the equator - let alone in Aberfeldy, Scotland!
And therein lies the joy of this striking and memorable
band. Quaint frailty that is unusually moving yet upbeat and of
a sunny disposition. Aberfeldy are a delicate treat, interested
only in breaking your heart and making you smile. You should let
them try, some time.
words: Shaun Macartney
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