Mary Hampton is a singer/songwriter who lives by the seaside in Brighton.
Broadly speaking we might think of her music as "folk" but she brings
something idiosyncratic and quirky into play in the eight songs which
make up her new album 'Folly'. Listening to it is a bit like opening a
buried book of old photographs in a bric a brac shop which has eluded
attention for over half a century or more. Blow off the dust, open the
covers and there inside we encounter pictures of faces and places which,
in the absence of any historical or biographical information, we are
left to construct our own stories. The effort is more than worthwhile.
Ms Hampton's voice is both sweet and sour. A delicate but expressive
instrument which inhabits her material like ghost. In a the dirge-like
song 'Forget-Me-Not', for example, she sounds positively spooky! A second,
half-heard, vocal follows the central melody like a shadow, weaving in
and out of the desolate drone and whistles like a widow in her dark weeds.
Elsewhere, unaccountable and unexplained sonic intrusions punctuate the
performances to tug at our hair and prick our skin like bitter and twisted
night birds ('Benjamin Bowmaneer') and skittering bats ('Kiss V') but I must
not give you the impression that it's all Gothic gloom and doom. Opening
track 'The Man Behind The Rhododendron' delivers a slinky, slow tango in
which one might almost imagine Ms Hampton dancing barefoot on the rain-
soaked floor of a village bandstand! A whimsical tune to entertain herself.
Final track 'Lullaby For The Beleaguered', however, invites us back into
the stark, grey uncertain landscape in which she seems most fully at home.
(The mp3 edition ends on a lighter note with a live and sprightly rendition of
'Pear Tree' which displays the traditional full bloom of Ms Hampton's heart).
An album to while away the long winter evening hours.
Recommended.