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Read this excerpt from The Silent Ballet:“Upon listening to The House of St. Colme Burnt Down, the album name inspired by a childhood play spot, one feels haunted, calm, heart-wrenched, warm, and lonely, often simultaneously. The listener often wonders if My Kappa Roots is suffering, his skilled finger picking bringing him a brief respite from the pain. The guitar is just as beautiful as Clark’s voice, but it is important to note that the lyrics are often indiscernible without close listening. Clark sings as if he doesn’t know if he deserves to be heard or not. He definitely does, but the music is so expressive instrumentally that it feels as if the lyrics aren’t totally important. Hearing a phrase here and there is enough. My Kappa Roots has inherited the amazing gift of having his emotions and stories pour through a single acoustic guitar. Strings enhance parts of the album, providing a romantic, tender touch to his musical landscape.”

Read this excerpt from Crumbs in the Butter:“Pastoral views and introspection combine to shed light and darkness on isolated bleak memories. Each string is lovingly tended and bitterly plucked and each fret slide is an organic reminder that branches bear leaves fallen down, private music with the door open just wide enough to hear the genius within.”

Read this excerpt from Petit Magique:“The structure is gleamingly beautiful; an equilibrium of perfectly balanced ups and downs. Touched softly with additional bits of violin and other classicaly modest instruments, it’s mostly just the careful and soft plucking of guitar under a warm blanket of a voice that is the epitome of calm.”

Read this excerpt from Cyclic Defrost: “Songwriting as poetry is the realm here, aptly assisted by Clark’s soft and melancholic lilt. The paradox of the comfort of melancholy is as apparent here as in any recording of such as Nick Drake. Quite odd yet beguiling guitar technique Of Narcissus waits by the water, that builds, sparkles, backtracks, resonates and yet manages not to quite get its feet wet. Home-coming, the bleak resonance of worn warriors returns, black sails all, cause lost, dead pan voice intoning the seeming bluster of the warrior stance, ballad like intoning lessons for the world weary”

Read this excerpt from Smallfish: “We're really pleased to be able to bring you this lovely CD on London-based label Drfiting Falling. My Kappa Roots deliver a heartfelt and totally engaging selection of guitar tracks that range from folky, Nick Drake-esque vocal songs through to slightly more experimental instrumental pieces. Deep, airy and fresh sounding, these are tracks that have been written with passion, skill and a whole lot of love. You should do yourself a favour and check this out as it's gorgeous.”

Read this excerpt from Norman Records: “Folk music from north of the border in that drifty James Yorkston, Alasdair Roberts camp. They're a retrospective bunch up there....some say deep, some say miserable... Very thoughtful and pretty acoustic guitar work with occasional smooth vocals. Sounds a bit Adrian Crowley, Smog. A full album of niceness on Drifting falling.”

Format: CD-R
Price: $10

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