Melbourne’s Cherrywood add another solid thread to the rich tapestry of bushranger folk with their double A-side single. No More kicks and clatters with jangly guitars and rasping mountain man peels, all bluesy and rootsy and Appalachian-chic, with grim, ghost-filled lyrics. Pentridge takes things down a notch; a mandolin-driven lament for a husband locked-up in Pentridge Prison, lifted from some other time and place, with a hint of Paul Kelly in the songwriting. Both songs are earthy and warm and only gently theatrical. Intoxicating stuff.
Cherrywood : No More
