This is hardly a blues release but, that said, it’s a truly wonderful album from a young(ish) Scottish singer-songwriter, who can sure put together a fine lyrical flourish with some equally fine melodies. All ten tracks are self-written and the package was produced by musician, Boo Hewardine, in Glasgow, at Rab Noakes’ Kyoti Recording studios. The result is a truly exceptional release, an irresistible offering that is both hauntingly aching and delightful in pretty much equal measure.
Jackson has delivered an album that takes you back to an era of naivety and undiluted beauty, simpering schooldays and the birth of rock-n-roll, with edges of Buddy Holly and a nostalgic nod to a time when life was just so much simpler. Her writing is purposeful and prose-like, with a strong sense of imagery and an impact that pulls the entire package together with an unexpected power and purpose. Anyone of a certain age, especially those who recall Holly, Haley, Elvis and the birth of modern pop music with the Beatles and the like, will recognise the themes Jackson presents and the warmth of her vocal delivery, coupled with very fine support from a range of diverse UK musical talents, ensure that this offering is never boring, trite or easily forgotten.
For me, admittedly a Scot by both birth and inclination, this album arrived as a complete surprise but has almost instantly become one of my personal favorites of the year. It’s the kind of release that probably falls or leans towards the Americana-roots-folk end of the music spectrum, and, in my opinion, if delivered by a leading US label could easily have found itself a serious award or Grammy contender. But don’t just take my word, go out and get a copy. You won’t be disappointed.
