
Rosemary
The rootsy sensibility of the France-based quintet Moriarty reflects its members’ far-flung origins, which, in addition to France, includes the US, Switzerland, and Vietnam. In fact, once you absorb the more obvious influences–folk, country, blues, and some trad Irish–the music feels sui generis, or, at least, confounding of convention. Their latest album is a “soundtrack” of what appears to be a non-existent film about “Puss’n Boots,” except that all the songs are more famous for being from other “soundtracks” (mostly operas and musicals). Bizet’s “La Habanera” is done as a Delta blues and “I Feel Pretty” as a kind of kindercore ditty. Though the instrumental component is clever and technically adept, it’s Rosemary Stanley’s vocals that make the strongest impression. Possessing a classically bell-like soprano, phrasing as eccentric as the young Joni Mitchell, and a sense of humor that I still haven’t fully processed, Stanley slathers all the rustic textures with her urban intelligence. Continue Reading…

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All you need to know about this trio is that they packed the Gypsy Avalon stage tighter than I’ve ever seen it. See the picture. And if the singer was an octave higher, only dogs would be able to appreciate it.
There was a sea of seated bodies present on the Gypsy Avalon hill for Ichiko Aoba’s afternoon performance. As the stage’s MC introduced the singer-songwriter, Aoba pulled out her keitai and took photos of all the people hanging out on the grass around her. Armed with only a guitar, she performed a 30-minute set that showcased material from her “Kamisori Otome” debut that was issued this past January. Built around subtle, intricate instrumentation, Aoba’s vocal-driven fragile folk and acoustic bedroom pop was well received by the lounging crowd and those heading up to the nearby hammock area situated next to the Gypsy Avalon space to really stretch out and get comfortable.














