Here’s a thought. Or rather another thought as I have many thoughts. What if we moved Canada a bit closer to the UK so that Miss Quincy could come visit more often? We could even get God involved – it would be a good time for a miracle - just so She could prove that She hasn’t abandoned this once glorious country.
Now, I might possibly have had a small refreshment or two before this album offered itself up to me for judgement but, and this is a time for honesty, class is class. As hard as this is to believe, I’m no fan of roots/folk/Americana type musicians generally and that should have pretty much finished off Miss Quincy’s chances of getting anything other than a kicking from my ink filled rigger boots. Only she didn’t for she and the musicians involved have brought a big of magic to an increasingly dull genre. Even in conventionality (“Wild Mountain Flower”, for example), Miss Quincy evokes the clarity and affection of early Dolly Parton rather than the bastardised modern day genre known as Americana. With more than a nod to other pure musical influences (and perhaps Jason Webley while she is at it), Miss Quincy takes us on a dance around the gypsy campfire in “Reno’s Song” and on through the shadows with “Nobody With You”.
Even the industrial strength grumpiness normally resident in my heart was overcome by the music to be found on this album. Miss Quincy has stamped her character all over it and I, for one, want to get to know her better. Time to get on the Internet thingy and see what else she has done…
Available from CD Baby.