Eclectic approaches to music are so commonplace, that nowadays, we hardly turn our heads when we hear oom-pah bands in dub reggae. The distinction with the Duckworths is that they give their songs a chance to breathe their own story-telling charm. It is a stunning skill to marry lyrical intent with idiosyncratic musical styling, meticulously refined excellence allied to an unsettling, malevolent undercurrent...
I have rarely, if ever, heard in English a song that so perfectly captures the lyrical tilt of despair of Midnight In Arles. It never disintegrates into miserablism. This is Popular Music, in the sense we may have lost, but thanks to The Duckworths, we have at last re-gained. Over to you.