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Thirty Pounds of Bone "There is much to savour on this accomplished collection of plaintive laments, of which the title track and drone like uyeasound are exceptional." Matt Yates Q magazine. "With its tattoo-style artwork depicting a storm-tossed sea, and snapshots of the band in archaic suits clutching pints of Guinness, it's clear that this album isn't going to fit the clichés of many of the recent 'weird folk' trends. It's not 'pastoral', 'rarefied', 'fragile', nor obviously psychedelic, and it's absolutely not beholden to Nick Drake. There are some electronic keyboards and string sounds here; despite that, though, this is robust, timeless-feeling trans-British folk music, reflecting the travels – as related in the sweetly autobiographical *Uyeasound* – of Devon-born, Shetland-raised, Brighton-dwelling songwriter Johnny Lamb. The spirit of the Pogues looms large in the romantic *Drinking With McGee*, and King Creosote's domestic narratives are evoked in the slower songs like the title song and *Trawler Trash*. TPoB have a character all their own, though, and there's a big-hearted muscularity to these songs that makes you return to them like good drinking buddies." WORD magazine. "Folk is a music type that has been bastardised more than any other over the years. There’s anti-folk, electro folk not to mention all the different regional and cultural varieties that crop up on the more obscure stages of the Glastonbury festival. Essentially, folk music should be heartfelt,

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