Vashti Bunyan
Vashti Bunyan, ‘Just Another Diamond Day’, 1970. If you ever needed an ethereal, English Rose sounding type folk singer, draped in diaphanous whimsy and faerie wings, straight out of Central Casting, then Vashti’s your woman. I saw her sing at a Syd Barrett tribute once and, even in her sixties, she was beautiful. If you have this on original vinyl, then you’ve got a £1000+ album. Reissues are getting rarer too.
Her voice is a fragile whisper of a thing, accompanied by gentle guitar, occasional flute, fiddle, strings, a banjo even. It’s folkie but also Sixties tinged in a ‘Belle & Sebastian’/’White Horses’ kids TV, psychedelic-lite sort of a way. Pretty, pastoral tunes just the right side of fey. Vashti proper dropped out, getting it together in the country, living in a horse-drawn gipsy caravan. The title track alone tells you everything you need to know. Skip through a sunny meadow eating buttercup sandwiches…
Vashti Bunyan
Vashti Bunyan, ‘Just Another Diamond Day’, 1970. If you ever needed an ethereal, English Rose sounding type folk singer, draped in diaphanous whimsy and faerie wings, straight out of Central Casting, then Vashti’s your woman. I saw her sing at a Syd Barrett tribute once and, even in her sixties, she was beautiful. If you have this on original vinyl, then you’ve got a £1000+ album. Reissues are getting rarer too.
Her voice is a fragile whisper of a thing, accompanied by gentle guitar, occasional flute, fiddle, strings, a banjo even. It’s folkie but also Sixties tinged in a ‘Belle & Sebastian’/’White Horses’ kids TV, psychedelic-lite sort of a way. Pretty, pastoral tunes just the right side of fey. Vashti proper dropped out, getting it together in the country, living in a horse-drawn gipsy caravan. The title track alone tells you everything you need to know. Skip through a sunny meadow eating buttercup sandwiches…