Jon Paul introduced this record to me on a recent trip to New York City. At times, it sounds like Jules Massenet’s Les amoureuses sont des folles, at times it reminds me of Anne Briggs, at other times it sounds like nursery lullabies.
It is fascinating to think of Nick Drake listening to these songs, all originals, when a child.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 