Video – High Germany

We’ve made a music video! We are very excited and proud to share this Official Music Video for our arrangement of the great traditional song ‘High Germany’ that features as the first track on our album ‘Circling the Square’.
This was filmed one early morning, just as the sun was rising, on top of Ham Hill and then at Court Farm, both in Somerset, by the brilliant Chestnut Productions – we think Harry has done a wonderful job with the filming and editing and we can thoroughly recommend him for anything video related! Let us know what you think and feel free to share it around.

CIRCLING THE SQUARE – Our second album!!

Absolutely delighted to announce the release of our second album! Have a listen below.

Bright Young Folk say “their sound is much deeper and richer than you would expect from an acoustic duo.” “They display a deep understanding and appreciation of their instruments” “A thoroughly engaging and enjoyable experience.”

Acoustic Magazine say “at all times, the interplay between David Mitchell’s guitar and Graham Vincent’s fiddle is quite stunning.” and “an album of unusual charm and dignity”.

To quote FATEA magazine……. ” It’s an album to listen to, and appreciate, and grows in stature at each play ”

FolkWords say “from softly delivered songs … through expressive tune sets … there’s a clear and obvious enticement to listen to their music.”   “I would include their album ‘Circling The Square’ on your ‘must listen to this’ list.”

It’s available for download via Bandcamp below or you can email us mitchellandvincent@gmail.com for a real CD!

The Darkling Thrush

Well, 2015 was an odd year, lots of good things and lots of bad things in the world. I guess that’s generally the case but the media and social media seemed to bring us all down somewhat. My feelings towards the end of the year are perfectly described by the fiddle player Thomas Hardy in The Darkling Thrush (think he wrote some books as well…….!).

This year I’m going to stay informed, but stay positive – my goal is going to be (as ever) to add to the general happiness in the world.

The Darkling Thrush
BY THOMAS HARDY
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.