A couple of tracks into Trails, Roseanne Reid's debut album, I found myself thinking, 'this is incredibly distinguished stuff'. The record continued to maintain the same very high standard throughout and I remained impressed.
It's a really traditional record. Pure old school. Country ballads delivered in the manner they've been delivered since singers began to emerge from the Greenwich Village cafes in the early Sixties, with neat touches of Soul, Blues and Folk to keep the pot stirring. Nothing will surprise you but much may please you.
Reid is the eldest daughter of Proclaimer Craig Reid which probably goes some way to explaining exactly why this record is so firmly rooted though she doesn't sing in anything resembling a Scottish accent. This is pure Americana. The album makes absolutely no concessions to 2019 and why should it. Not all records need to so long as the songs are as good as they are here.
The obvious achilles heel of records like this is that they fall into the pit of worthiness. Even here Trails exceeds all expectation. Reid finds constant paths to the heart of why this stuff when done well is so poignant and so true. A quite lovely album.
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