My Kappa Roots - The House of St. Colme Burnt Down (Drifting Falling)

Having parents that met at a Birthday Party gig, Pablo Clark (AKA My Kappa Roots) was in good musical company from an early age. What a great start in life -- Nick Cave and the gang singing lullabies in the house at night must have set the mood for Pablo Clark’s acoustic melodies in later life.

It seems the seeds that grew into MKR came from a teenager that was hidden away, with every Nick Drake, Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan record that ever existed. When it was time to come out, the said teenager asked for an acoustic guitar, a laptop, food and water -- then spent his time writing folk for the future.

Pastoral views and introspection combine to shed light and darkness on isolated bleak memories. Each string is lovingly tended and bitterly plucked and each fret slide is an organic reminder that branches bear leaves fallen down, private music with the door open just wide enough to hear the genius within.

This is one man and his guitar. One man who at times makes me euphorically warm and at other times desolately cold. The reason for the coldness is that the music is so personal that I feel like turning away to listen as the sounds emit from the speakers. It seems like Mr P Clark is in the house with you and is telling you his troubles by firelight and through minor keys. It’s endearing and acoustically challenging, a gentle pensive trip through the highlands of Scotland and the back roads of  the darkest mind. I just want to comfort him.

This generation’s Nick Drake has been born and do yourselves a favour and DO NOT let this one slip you by.

I hold nothing back, when I say that this is an absolute masterpiece.

Mr Pablo Clark, you are welcome here again, anytime!

8.5/10

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