Wyvern Lingo, Letters To Willow. E.P. Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

There is thankfully always a storm of bright young things making their way across the Irish Sea and enthusing music lovers with their passion for a well constructed song and interesting poetic lyrical, the U.K. is so much richer for their enthusiastic zeal and delightful ardour. The ability to be nothing less than creative and understand that vision is more than just giving someone a good time for an hour but it is in itself a form of education and original learning is the life blood of all who roam the tempered sea and post their findings homeward, whether in e-mails or as the case maybe in Letters To Willow .

Wyvern Lingo’s appearance and sound is nothing short of impressive, the slight edge of punk being ground out against the back drop of Irish charm and sincerity of writing and all the while the thought in the listener’s mind is one of beautiful anarchy, of allowing the three young women, Karen Cowley, Saoirse Duane and Caoimhe Barry the time and comfort to worm their way gently into the soul. It is with great tenacity of spirit that their new E.P. Letter To Willow doesn’t just get to the place where hope survives and thrives, it dances like a bonfire in full swing, beautiful to watch, insanely terrific to be near but once false move and the heart and mind are awash with unexpected images swirling in the mist.

It is in these visual and perhaps graphic images that the tracks Subside, Running, the entrancing Beast At The Door and the E.P. title track all leave their mark, the high swirling vocals, the guitar, keyboard and drums playing as if the urge to create a semblance of havoc is uppermost in their minds; all is comforting and yet wild, it is the sound of three woman who have been told that they are free to do anything and it is with wonderful musical rapture to hear it in progress.

Letter To Willow is ferociously captivating and disciplined in its forcefulness, a windswept delight; one of Ireland’s great hopes has turned up trumps once more.

Ian D. Hall