Having not been aware of Worry Dolls a week ago it feels strange for me to be saying that they’re now quite possibly the best folk/Americana duo plying their trade in London and perhaps even the UK.
After accepting an invitation from a friend to see the pair perform at London’s Sebright Arms on Tuesday night (and being let in by one of the kind Good Soul Promotions team after the event sold out!) I witnessed something magical indeed, a feeling that has been almost instantly rekindled by an email ending up in my inbox mere hours before I write this on a sunny Friday night in the garden. But this is one massive tangent, onto the song at hand.
It’s ruddy brilliant. The pair harmonise better than anyone I’ve ever seen live and that level of closeness is replicated with ease in recorded form. Once you pop a banjo into the mix you’re pretty sure to have me on side and, if I’m not mistaken, a lap steel guitar sweetens the deal as the wonderful country sounds flood my ears and the twin heads that lead the band through show why they’re currently one of the hottest properties in London.
These dolls are insanely talented, wrap your ears around their sounds now so that you can say you heard it first!