Ed to Joy When I lived in a religious cult in the mountains of South Korea, one of my many surprises was to meet a local fan of the poetry of Robert Burns. Deceived by the apparent 'foreignness' of Lallans (the Lowland Scots dialect of English that Scots inists is a distinct language) I had not appreciated how far the intimate voice of Burns travels.
Now Eddi Reader has done a lovely thing, and recorded The Songs of Robert Burns. This is the sunniest album I've heard since John James' 1969 Morning Brings The Light. Celtic music is traditionally long on wild melancholy; but Reader brings Burns' familiar lyrics alive with a fresh and radiant tenderness. Buy and play it often.
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