Tag: Mansur Brown

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For roughly half of the year I listened to everything, almost or near enough. Then I wilted, or the opposite of that, for come the summer I perked up in my stool and began to listen to summer ambiances like the chirping of birds, the splashing of hose pipes and water pistols or the sizzling of a barbecue. As...

On his new album Rihla, which means journey in Arabic and is billed as his most honest or diaristic outpouring to date, Mansur Brown stays sonically true to his world while stretching ever farther away from the London jazz scene on which he was forged and the beat-laden soul or sinuous oud-like melodies which have hitherto encompassed his music. A...

In the blistering August heat past the scorched remains of field fires which set ablaze the Waveney Valley, easing down narrow lanes and edging her way betwixt dotted meadows of immutable dairy, with her overbow violin in tow Laura Cannell pushed open the oak and iron doors of St Andrew's Church in Raveningham to break the silence of the...