Dot Allison could probably be accused of inconsistency, as every album she releases seems to be driven by a need to radically depart from her previous style. This would be a major issue if she wasn't such a darn fine song writer.
On 'Exaltation of Larks' - a title I assume references the likes of Vaughan Williams - Allison becomes a folk-driven singer-song writer, replete with accompanying banjos, folk violin, lots and lots of pretty lo-fi style picked stringed instruments and the spectre of Nick Drake lending an ephereal guiding hand. She seems to have adopted a very old fashioned way of recording her voice so that it is simultaneously dense yet fragile ... in truth some people aren't going to like this much. In places it veers dangerously towards parady; but for the strength of the material and the sincerity of the performance, this could work to the detriment of the album.
Of course the opposite comes much nearer to the truth, that 'Exaltation of Larks' plays out like a melencholic tribute to a moment where female innocence is emancipated without denying the emancipation of woman. Thus Allison gets to put together a beautiful set of songs about love and loss, without once straying into slushy sentiment (witness 'You Dropped your Soul').
Blinding stuff - the stuff of legends. One day she'll be discovered - maybe this will be a good thing, maybe not. In the meantime she gets better and better...