Laura Cannell's latest album 'Brightly Shone the Moon' is a poignant exploration of the complexities of the Christmas season. The veteran folk musician weaves together traditional melodies with personal narratives, creating a rich tapestry of sound that reflects on the fragility of joy and heartache intertwined.
Cannell begins her journey at the organ, recalling childhood Christmases in Methodist chapels and churches in Norfolk. Her fiddle then dances around the 16th-century folk melody of 'O Christmas Tree/O Tannenbaum', evoking a sense of nostalgia and longing. In 'All Ye Faithful', love is frozen in time, its repetition mirroring the suffocating feeling that can accompany the winter months.
However, Cannell's music also finds moments of beauty and resilience. The melodies of 'Lost in a Merry Christmas' flutter around each other like snowflakes, melting into the air as they go. 'Bleak Midwinter' has an icy urgency to it, replacing melancholy with a tentative kind of hope, while 'Angels Falling from the Realms' bursts forth with warm, flickering light.
This album is not for those seeking festive frivolity or surface-level cheer; instead, it's a hauntingly intimate exploration of time and memory. The traditional songs are woven together like Christingles, guiding us through the passing of seasons and the fragility of human connection.
Cannell begins her journey at the organ, recalling childhood Christmases in Methodist chapels and churches in Norfolk. Her fiddle then dances around the 16th-century folk melody of 'O Christmas Tree/O Tannenbaum', evoking a sense of nostalgia and longing. In 'All Ye Faithful', love is frozen in time, its repetition mirroring the suffocating feeling that can accompany the winter months.
However, Cannell's music also finds moments of beauty and resilience. The melodies of 'Lost in a Merry Christmas' flutter around each other like snowflakes, melting into the air as they go. 'Bleak Midwinter' has an icy urgency to it, replacing melancholy with a tentative kind of hope, while 'Angels Falling from the Realms' bursts forth with warm, flickering light.
This album is not for those seeking festive frivolity or surface-level cheer; instead, it's a hauntingly intimate exploration of time and memory. The traditional songs are woven together like Christingles, guiding us through the passing of seasons and the fragility of human connection.