Caught At The Crossroads

01 Gemini Boys and Girls 2.50 

02 Going for the Gold 4.47

03 F/m Blues 4.02

04 Backtracks 6.33

05 Going wrong 2.50

06 Ciphers 5.16

07 Could have loved you 4.07

08 The Quantum, Relative, Cosmic Blues 6.06

09 Caught at the Cross-roads 4.48

10 Granfer's Double 4.22

11 Blow by Blow 6.23

12 Contraband 3.11

13 Oxford Eastertime 4.49

14 Handy-man 3.15

15 Politically Erect 3.53


Total running time: 67.20


CAUGHT AT THE CROSS-ROADS

Brambus 1998 07-2 (CD.)


A likeable face, an attractive voice, and the profession of a travelling musician at the dawn of the new millennium; together with a mix of guitar and harmonica. Seventy minutes of music which pass all too quickly and leave a congenial mood behind them ... Masterful guitar-playing, with moods often influenced by English folk ... An honest, enjoyable production, with lively inspiration, from a wandering musician with a gift of bringing laughter.


Jam. Italy


If you're a Geminian you'll either love or hate the opening number. Okay, but is it true? Anyway, Chris Leslie's fiddle is certainly the real thing. On this album you'll also encounter alchemists, banking tower-blocks, wolves, metaphysical seascapes, manuscripts of all descriptions, foxy ladies, a space/time Blues, an enigmatic masked woman at the wheel of a sinister-looking car, atavistic Irishness, Princess Diana, psychic smuggling, aching hearts and Chinese carvings in the Ashmoleum, mobile phones, and an attempt at a genderless love song.


This album has quite a raw 'acoustic' edge to it, even though it was all recorded in the studio. I suppose it's just how I was feeling at the time.


Between the worlds, behind the masks; she wears a thousand different faces, each with the same meaning. Ready or not, she'll be there to pick you up when the big day comes.


'Caught at the cross-roads 

with a rainbow on my shoulder.

Before I get much older 

I should try to flag a ride.

And the woman in a cat-mask says, 

“I’ll come back for you later.”

She’s a green eyed terminator, 

with her claws tucked up inside'.


From: Caught at the Cross-roads

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