Alison Cotton presents The Portrait You Painted of Me, a new 6-track album her first for Rocket Recordings (released on Feeding Tube in the USA). Like Alisons previous solo albums, the touchstones of her immersive sound are viola, harmonium and voice, merged together to create a rich suite of songs. Mumurations Over the Moor is a wordless piece of layered vocals, drifting like fog towards a sunset over the green undulations of North East England (from where she hails). The Last Wooden Ship evokes the shipyards of Sunderland using droning harmonium and viola lines, laced with piano and percussion events, while her voice calls out like one of Tim Buckleys Sirens urging listeners to a rocky demise. I Buried the Candlesticks has a haunted, traditional feel with its dolorously folky viola melody laid across a thick carpet harmonium, and small bursts of percussion that sound like cannonade heard through the thick cold walls of a castle in winter. That Tunnel Underground Seemed Neverending is a musical vision of Northumberlands mining culture at the dawn of the 20th Century - labyrinthine, subterranean, dimmer than night. Violet May, the only traditional song on the album, was inspired by a trip to Vita Sackville-Wests Sissinghurst Castle.
Its plot deals with a reclusive artist who has forsaken all else for a life of solitary creation in her tower. The structure and sound reminiscent of a post-modern approach to lyrical concerns dealt with by folk singers of the British 60s, but the actual arrangement is closer to something John Cale might have done with Nico on The Marble Index. The closing track, 17th November 1962, inspired by nearly-forgotten memories of disaster with a fishing boat, a storm and an ill-fated rescue attempt. The song (and album) ends with what sounds like a forlorn foghorn cutting across waves of night with Alisons voice again evoking the Sirens.
As with its predecessors, The Portrait You Painted of Me was recorded at home in London, beautifully produced by Alisons partner, Mark Nicholas, and it contains all the elements that result in the sombre, exquisite melancholy she creates. This is some serious and remarkable stuff.