Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Where is the dividing line in which Art comes out in the open and acknowledges itself as being part of someone’s life? Like the school boy who writes love sick poetry for the girls he wishes to hold and kiss, for the girl who dreams of dancing infront of audience in a theatre full of appreciative glances and applause, to the woman who seeks out a truth by writing sentences and exposing the crime in her heart; all is Art, all is worthy, but it is when it is open to the elements and uncovered for another person’s eyes that it cuts through the gossamer veil and reveals the desire to be found in a Bright Field full of passionate artistic flowers.
It is in The Rheingans Sisters’ Bright Field that the lessons learned of opening up your soul and trusting that your own vision of the world is given credence and a richness of hope. A hope of reverie, of seeking out a line or a move in which will have those that come in from the cold remembering forever, it is the bright field full of clamour and speaking easy fortune in which we dream of obtaining passes for, but like anything, unless it is truly earned with part of your soul being left to nurse it, to make it flower and bloom, then the lessons will have been for naught.
It is not enough thought to seek out a line, it must be done with the brave heart of pursuing something new, perhaps a feeling of enchantment, of having seen the lyrical equivalent of a fairy smile in the forest, or the wide eyed spectacle of a double rainbow over Niagara Falls. It is a pursuit that The Rheingan’s Sisters, Anna and Rowan, have opened up and explored the depth of possibilities in the original compositions, of the array of joys and sadness felt when studying your chosen passion; that makes Bright Field hold a beguiling mystery in the open.
In tracks such as This Forest, Xavier’s/The Honeybee, Lo Segoner, Dark Nights/Swinghorn and Edge of the Field, the rural and the pastoral leap and play with a keenness of spirit and the determination to prove a point of allowing art to exist; no matter what some may suggest.
A beautifully imagined album, of an idyll and tranquillity that sees the Bright Field bathe in an unexpected radiated elation; a delight of discovery and unity.
Ian D. Hall