Major-label intervention in the natural course of folksy things is sometimes welcome, but not always.
Here, a chorus of Cornish shantymen have been scooped up, with full celebrity endorsement, and recorded in a local church with pipes, mandolins and occasional brass. The resulting aggregation of sea songs and local ballads is pleasant, masculine, sentimental and ideally suited to televisual representation. But really, if a shanty's what you fancy, you'd do better to introduce your lugs to Hal Wilner's Rogue's Gallery (2006).
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