The Memory Band

I am infauated with Apron Strings. Not psych enough for the freak folks, but that's their loss. Sort of like a damp, drony and weathered Albion Band or an Anglo-trad Vetiver with semi-perceptible percussion loops. A light touch with laptop, Stephen Cracknell isn't much of a singer, but Nancy Wallace surely is. Lively and timely cover of Ronnie Lane's "The Poacher," plus some hot violin and viola duels. They've reduced me to fragments.