a1119719119_2If American country and English folk music often seem like distant cousins, similar but separated by time and distance, it is in the Appalachian fused sound of bands like My Politic that the family bond seems strongest. It is here that a blend of Old World celtic traditions and sounds forged under altogether bigger skies comes together to create a music that remind us that there may be an ocean between us but we are not so different after all.

And despite using Nashville as their base, this is not your usual Music City outfit, this is country music dressed in rags rather than rhinestones with lyrics that wonderfully explore broken dreams, small town aspirations, the darker underbelly of everyday life, defeat and defiance, personal stories but with universal resonance. The places and characters in the songs seem to have one foot in folklore and the other in obscurity as if the band is saying that we can all write our own mythologies, all be the heroes of our own stories.

When I wrote about Anchor I suggested that My Politic may share a depth and resonance with Simon and Garfunkel, but the more time I spend in their musical world I realise that they are actually a long way removed from the urban and urbane setting of that hip, coffee shop world. My Politic are instead imbued with the honesty of the land, and its small rural towns, they have dirt on their clothes and a beer in their hands, they are just like you and me and that is why their music connects so effortlessly.

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