This Norwich-based foursome have just celebrated ten years playing some of the most truly eclectic music on the British folk scene. And this album demonstrates their sheer class, and their exuberance.

The array of instruments is enough to make one gulp: and the fact each musician so obviously knows his way around them, makes one gulp even more. Methinks I should not say "he": vocalist Chris Schwabe also handles whistles, flute, melodeon and percussion, on top of her duties at the microphone. Very decent vocal delivery to boot: a voice with a texture that has something of a Sassenach version of Isla St.Clair's in it.

The tracks that really stood out were our traditional "The snows they melt the soonest" and an utterly manic yet brilliant traditional Yiddish thing called "Oi Tate". What a tremendous sense of ATTACK they bring to it.

Indeed the whole CD is characterised by this band constantly using their thinking caps, and coming up with the right mood for each particular number. Whether sensitivity or brio is called for, they repeatedly deliver throughout this album.