Blue Roses
Sunrise Stage
17.05

It's a long walk through woods to get to Blue Roses on the Sunrise stage. In such a context, a lesser artist peddling similar material could appear as some Victorian faerie photographer's twee fantasy. But as her songs, rooted in the landscaper of the north of England prove, she's made of grittier stuff. Mournful wind as violin in a the wind through a lonely barn on the moor above her Shipley home backs her songs, which are delivered in a voice that stays within its banks even when the flow becomes ever more intense. It's compelling stuff that begs the question as to why this remarkable lady isn't more widely known - perhaps if she were able to capture the elemental nature of this performance on record, broader vistas would beckon.
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