I have this on a battered cassette, so I'll be replacing it with the CD shortly. Archie Fisher sings folkish songs with a bit of a Scottish burr. For some reason, everytime I hear this album, a few songs invariably make my eyes mist up (same for Jane Siberry, and don't get me started on June Tabor, who can make me actually weep). It's not that the songs are sad necessarily, but there's a sense of tenderness and sentimentality that really gets to me. And a tip o' the tam o'shanter to the independent records stores in my life that led me to discover people like Archie. (Thanks, Thom!)
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