Sunday, August 4, 2019

"Est'd 1969" Impresive New Music from Steeleye Span


STEELYE SPAN –EST’d 1969
     From the opening notes of the first song, I felt that I was listening to an older album by Steeleye Span. Not the oldest, since there was percussion. While I knew it was a new release to celebrate 50 years of the group, the sound essentially was the same. There have been personnel changes, and obviously new traditional folk ballads are not being written. But the way in which the music is arranged, adapted, and performed is superb.
     To understand what an accomplishment this is, compare/contrast Steeleye with the other venerable folk/rock group, Fairport Convention, who has been around roughly the same amount of time. Fairport’s lineup has change many times over the decades. Their current line up could not be expected to play, for example, Liege and Leaf. To me that says that they have decided to branch into new directions, and more power to them. Their annual Croperdy Festival carries on the old ways and features newer music.
     But that Steeleye has found younger musicians who play traditional material says to me that it is possible to re-create the past. There are two songs from the Child book (The Boy and the Mantle- Three Tests of Chastity) and Mackerel of the Sea. Along with more traditional material are some newer songs. Roadways is based on a John Maesfield poem, ad Reclaimed written by Rose-Ellen Kemp, daughter of Maddy Prior and Steeleye alumnus Rick Kemp.
     I remember hearing both Steeleye and Fairport in concert during the 1970s. Steeleye came to a folk music festival at Penn State; since I was with campus radio, I was fortunate to interview them and hung around with a number of the band (also Aly Bain and the Boys of the Lough).
     Est’d 1969 is a good introduction to a seminal band. They intentionally chose not to put together a release of earlier recordings, but to present new material. And may they continue!

    

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