Listening to this album is a bit of a strange affair. It's folk and bluegrass with schizophrenia. This all instrumental album has some excellent playing on it, especially those instruments with strings on them, but there is something that just doesn't sit quite right. Tracks like Excessive, Five, and Bone Creek feature shredding. For those who are not in the know, shredding is guitar w**king of the metal variety. Some may say that Moonhill have invented a whole new genre, folk metal if you like, but ultimately it sound like someone is a Stevie Via fan and went to the wrong audition and ended up in a folk band.
As I said it is hard to knock the musicianship on display here and the songwriting is accomplished. I probably would have liked this album if it was not for the over zealous guitar heroics of Luke Bishop. It really is relentless as he lays waste to Celtic Medley, Uncle Sid and Big Bill. Enough.... seriously.
Moonhill say in their press blurb that 'They are genuinely impossible to pigeon hole' and describe their sound as 'totally unique'. Perhaps there is a reason for that. This is possibly the most irritating album I have ever heard.