In this, the second part of our FENCE TO FENCE series, we have the four members of Kid Canaveral (David, Rose, Scott and Kate) firing questions at Jenny Casino, aka H.M.S. Ginafore.

You can read Part One here.

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1. DAVID: Our band name is still a constant source of anguish. Did you consider pundering any other Gilbert and Sullivan titles before you settled your stage name? Why did you not call your first record “The Lass That Loved a Sailor”for continuity?

Aw – yours is cute! Is that the problem though? Mine was borne out of my usual general confusion and ignorance. I mistakenly remembered HMS Pinafore being the warship that Quint talks about in Jaws – it was torpedoed then the sharks started to swarm… Of course, I couldn’t have been more wrong – that was the USS Indianapolis – a terrible tale of true horror and loss and an inappropriate thing to call yourself after so I deserve to be stuck with an unintentional G & S reference. I originally changed the P to a J because Jinafore sounds a bit like my name, Jennifer, but very early on (pre-Fence) I was playing at this gig at Legends and the organizers wrote HMS Ginafore on the poster and it just sort of stuck… which is no surprise considering the Hogarth-esque quantities of gin I was known to be getting through at the time.

2. ROSE: I’ve always liked your lovely hair and your penchant for sea shanties about doomed love. Are the two related? My mum always said sea water was good for the follicles.

Oh Rose, have you? I think I look like Worzel Gummidge most of the time – always have (see photo). Apparently I take after my Great Great Granny Jeannie Ross from Embo – she had the same sort of untamable hair. She was lured away from a Highland idyll by an East Neuk fishermen, who gave her the impression that he was solvent enough to feather an ample love nest for them on the shores of the Forth but they ended up in a box room at the mother-in-law’s in Pittenweem. So there you have it – doom and a mane and the sea right there.

I’d become a bit of one-trick pony with the whole doomed love/sea shanty thing – hence the retirement. There’s more to life than a good catch and being given the run around by laddies. I love a good beat and I want to sing about scientists and skyscrapers now!

3. ROSE: Who is your favourite country singer from that 50s/60s period where everything was miserable but wonderful? Is it Patsy Cline? Mine might be Connie Francis.

Well, I do love a bit of Patsy. I have the Sweet Dreams soundtrack on tape, it was good to run to when I went through my running phase a few years ago. Every song is a winner. Musically she is sure-footed – like a Royal horse, no slippery notes. We had a few cassettes that we always listened to in the car when I was wee – Loretta Lynne was one of them (alongside Frankie Goes to Hollywood, the Pointer Sisters and Jean Michel Jarre). I loved the humour in the lyrics – unintentional or otherwise. Most of all I just like people that are really very good singers. Doris Day and Peggy Lee, K.D Lang and Dusty Springfield have the most heavenly but sturdy, fully-formed voices imaginable and I listen to early Aretha Franklin and Ella Fitzgerald a lot. These women had a sort of knowing charm to them – an engaging, hard-won yet implicit depth you don’t get very often in pop stars now. Of the women I’ve heard sing recently, Emma Pollock stands out as having that age-old twinkle about her and absolutely no annoying or feeble chip in her voice. How I hate simpering.

I don’t like music from one era more than another or country and western music in particular, I prefer something more polished and cosmopolitan like Dinah Shore. I don’t wholly like any genre really – sometimes something just clicks with me and a song or a performer be it Ted Hawkins, U2 or Black Eyed Peas. I don’t deserve to be part of Fence. I’m very easily bored by live music and I’m not precious about being a proper fan – I’m quite happy just to have someone’s Greatest Hits – after all they are their greatest hits for a reason!

The only time in my life I’ve gone utterly bananas about a particular band and had to have every single thing they ever recorded and every single magazine that featured an article on them was in the early nineties with Nirvana. It was like an illness. A rite of passage perhaps? It happened with Runrig too but let’s not talk about that…

4. ROSE: The average height of Anster folk is 4′ 8″, 4′ 6″ without shoesies. Why is this? Is it to do high winds off the North Sea?

Now listen here and listen good – I’m well over 4 foot. KC and I walked into Marks and Spencers in Perth on Monday and he said really loudly, mimicking a loudspeaker announcement, “Attention shoppers, the short people have entered the building.” It’s true – it looks so silly when we’re all together, all these little tiny hairy fatties that we are – under yet over-nourished at the same time – truly Scottish in that respect, reared on baps and Tablet. The alluring English oak that is Kate Canaveral brings the average up a bit – talking to her gives me a sore neck. When the tall, handsome people come for Homegame we have to all split up (literally) and not be seen together next to them or it would look like Gulliver’s Travels.

The Kids (L-R): Scott, David, Kate, Rose.

5. ROSE: We once got drunk and discussed the possibility of an all-girl singing group. Can we still do this? It might not be very good, but the important thing is no boys allowed.

I discuss so many ideas when I’m drunk. I can’t be expected to stick to them all or remember who I had them with. If I was in a band with everyone I talked about being in a band with when I was drunk I’d be in a lot of bands. If I were to be in a band though, I would like to be in one with you Rose, I love you. I can’t decide if no boys allowed is a very good or very bad idea. I used to be in bands with boys when I lived in Edinburgh, they were terrible but it was fun. If we were to start an all-girl band we would have to be very good. There’s no way I’m going to be in a shit girl band.

6. ROSE: In my weaker (darkest) moments, I enjoy a battered deep fried half pizza and chips, covered in a shedload of salt and vinegar. I say enjoy, I mean mostly regret, but in a happy way. Other people have heroin. What is your guiltiest pleasure?

You are probably asking the wrong person. I don’t find eating terrible food a pleasure at all. If I really have to (e.g. if I’m in a tent in Glencoe) I will eat something made by Kraft. The radioactive margeriney shit that most cafés in Britain serve up and shamelessly promote as “home cooked, locally sourced, REAL food” frequently ruins my day. Those lifeless, metallic salads with far too much red onion, a sweet hydrogenated dressing and the odd pube – oh my god…

If there was an asteroid hurtling towards Earth, rendering longevity obsolete, and I hadn’t lost my appetite as a result, I would probably eat a lot of cereal, a lot of toast, maybe with some pasta and crisps on the side – a lot of processed starch essentially. Either that or I’d eat like we do in our family on Christmas Day – pound upon pound of rich, dense grub from dawn ‘til dusk and beyond.

On a daily basis, my guilty pleasures are more media-related than food-related – ITV3 (basically anything to do with murder – Wire in the Blood, Poirot, Prime Suspect, Lewis, Morse, Cracker, Cadfael, Rebus…), Metcheck, Sex and the City, Extreme Fishing with Robson Greene, documentaries about prisons, Kylie Minogue videos, magazines aimed at women who are capable of being more rampant consumers of luxury products than I am…

7. ROSE: What would you like for your birthday?

I have a very long list of things I want. It is longer than a wedding gift list at John Lewis. I live by humble means but there’s gold-digger deep inside, limbering up to meet the right rap superstar.

8. SCOTT: Carol Vorderman recently sed that kidz arnt taught enough maffs in skool. Do u fink this iz correct? What do u fink shld be tot more in skoolz.

How to cook, how to drive, how to look after old people and babies and cats and disabled people, how to do First Aid, how to write well, grammar, how the human body works, how to change tyres, how to change a plug, how to turn your water off incase a washer in the tap breaks while you’re running a bath, self-defence, a lot more foreign languages, piano, how to waltz, how to be interviewed, how to tune a guitar, how to realise when you’ve had enough and then stop, how to knit and sew, how to grow vegetables, astronomy, much more history that isn’t just Appeasement and the Road to War, patience, anger management, politics, the implications of litter, over-reliance on plastic and the true scale of global landfill and the North Pacific Gyre.

9. KATE: It’s common knowledge that two of your least favourite things are microwaves and touring, but would you rather eat a Rustlers or go on 10 date UK tour?

Dearest Kate, I do not even know what a Rustlers is. It sounds truly awful, is it long-life meat? I’ve only been on tour once, it was 15 nights in a row and I felt utterly out of my depth and slightly trapped and a bit at the mercy of men’s moods but I think that, compared to microwaved meat, and in the right company, it would be, by far, the preferable option.

10. KATE: What makes the East Neuk so totally awesome (excluding Fence)?

I must be clear, this isn’t the most perfect place on Earth. There are as many turnip-brained jerks clubbing each other around the ears like gorillas squabbling over a melon outside the pub here as there are anywhere else. All of our villages are expanding into soul-less, cloned suburban sprawl. Sometimes I am so bored I would watch Groundhog Day 3 times in a row for a bit of unpredictability BUT a lot of the time it’s a bit like you are on holiday. There is a great gang of people here that are into art and allotments and cook-outs on the beach and sea-swimming and bird watching and stargazing and rowing and bread-baking and berry-picking, jam-making, boozing on the harbour wall, curry nights and coffee morning/tearoom/pub crawls but not in an enforced wankery way, just when you feel like it, when it stops raining or when there’s a meteor shower. It really is just a more “traditional” pace of life where you somehow manage to squeeze in all the little things you like to do when geeks like us can untangle ourselves from the electromagnetic tethers to computers, desks, offices, I-phones, X-boxes, Wiis, Tweeting, Twatting and Microbatting… the perilously unnatural and fruitless pattern of life we’ve unquestioningly allowed ourselves to fall in line with.

OK, so, I’ve been in the same job for a decade (and the rest), there’s a junkie next door, a couple of alchies across the road and an ex-con upstairs who likes to expose his Jimmy Jack to young girls, but when I open my curtains in the morning the first thing I see (provided the crims remain indoors) is the May Island winking away at me in its prehistoric glory. The May is magical, Kilrenny Woods are magical, the Din is magical, Cellardyke Harbour is magical, Kellie Castle is magical, Balcaskie Estate is magical, the Auld Kirk in St Monans is magical , the doocot at Pitkerie, the Saurlins, Muiredge hedgerow, Craw Hill, Fife Ness, Dunino Den, Kellie Law, the Hannah Harvie lighthouse on a winter afternoon when the air is so cold the sky turns green…it’s like the Omega 3 version of J.K. Rowling’s Omega 6 magic… it’s like a year-long Haarfest, it goes on, I go on and on and on. I love venturing to the city for 24, 48, maybe 72 hours at a push, but then I’m at Kings Cross an hour before the train’s due, eyes fixed on the Departures board, feeling like a dog who really, really needs to get out for a walk.

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Kid Canaveral’s SHOUTING At Wildlife album is available to buy on Vinyl LP (with free CD inside), right here.  They’ll be on tour with King Creosote around Scotland over  late-October / early-November, and there’s some exciting news to come in the next few weeks …

H.M.S. Ginafore is telling all and sundry that she is retired from the music business.  We’ll see.  At the moment, there are no copies available of her incredible debut album, or Picket Fence … but we do have copies of her recent 10″ on De-Fence Records, which you can purchase here.

There will be another FENCE TO FENCE next month, with two different Fence Records acts …

H.M.S. Ginafore has been busy this week!  Not only has she put together some probing questions for Kid Canaveral on our Bandstand … she’s also put together a wee guide for those coming to HaarFest (11th-14th August 2011).

Tickets are still available to purchase from the Gigs page – season tickets (which permit access to all 4 evenings of music + a special dinner-dance on the Sunday afternoon) and individual tickets for each night.

Take it away, Jenny!

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Saturday evening is about to slip away like a tomcat though the back gate. I meant to start this before Wallander , now it’s long after. I’ve given the internet a good going over so you don’t have to. Campers, it’s less than a week until Haarfest and there’s a lot to do. If you’re starting to throw a few things into your rucksack over the next few days here are some pointers to ensure you’re not caught out and forced to wear mismatched trainers from the Lost Property box…

Festival Kit

-Your Season or single day tickets for the evening concerts

-Pocket money – you will need a little loose change for the daytime activities. Your Activity Masters will not skin you like rabbits, they just want the cost of their bus fares, provision of scones etc covered (fiver tops).

-Something you love but not enough to keep (not a human – something like a book, record, piece of clothing or half-used bottle of fine fragnance for the Saturday Swap Shop stall at Saturday’s “Trash and Treashaar” sale)

-A handheld instrument, headdress, flag, banner, streamers, tinsel or mask to wear in the 100 Yard Pageant on Sunday

-Some soft shoes and soft breeks and a t-shirt for the Saturday Sports.

-Some bathers and a towel incase it doesn’t stop raining (British Weather Joke Alert) – nah, incase it’s braw and we fancy a dip!

-A quill with which to write your script in the playwriting workshop (biros available)

-Sturdy shoes for the walks (one rural with old buildings, one coastal with fossils and rock science) – basically the opposite of the shoes Haardsparra did the Elie Chain Walk in a few Homegames ago.

-An anorak…especially if you’re arriving via Leuchars (British Hobby Joke Alert)

- A massive bag of Johnny’s favourite sweets with which to bribe him to acutally do his pledged musical tour of historic Pictish sites in the Neuk – that’s a lot of ground for an indie kid to cover in daylight

- Spectacles through which to peer approvingly at the photo exhibiton

-A bike if you can bring one here for Sean’s Saturday Cycle excursion to the Vegetable Growers Competion in Kingsbarnes (some people will be able to hire one from East Neuk Outdoors at your own risk and expense but not 60 of you which is fine cause I ain’t playing “Ball Sack” up Kilrenny Common on my own).

- a hat to mad-up or things to mad other hats up with at Hardsparrow’s Mad Hatters Hard Hat Party – hats will be available if you don’t have a hat to bring.

Oh god, this is sounding kooky and quirky …er bring some hard drugs, pocket knives, copies of Viz, catapults, aerosol cans, glue to sniff, sacks in which to conceal rare bird eggs etc.

I’m not worried – I know only Fanage will read and obey.

See you at the Hew Scott Hall coffee morning on Thursday at 10.30am where you can get a copy of the full festival fringe programme.

But before you go, if you already know there are some of these activities that you’ll battle apathy, hangover hell and high water to attend, let us know now so we don’t lose gumption before the function has even begun.

HMS G x

FENCE TO FENCE

Here’s the first in a new series of features on the website.  We’re going to have your favourite Fence acts interviewing your OTHER favourite Fence acts.  So, if you’re bored at work, fancy a wee break and something to read, get yer eyeballs around this …

For our first interview, we’ve got the first lady of (and on) Fence, H.M.S. Ginafore posing questions to our youngest children – David, Kate, Rose and Scott from Kid Canaveral.

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As you know, I just can’t get enough of modern music.  What is its future?  How many new bands can Mother Earth sustain?  This question is more about whether humanity’s thirst for new bands is finite or not than about carbon footprints.

Rose: 42

David: We were the last band allowed to register.

Just how big is Kid Canaveral’s sexual footprint?

R: It’s wider than it is long.

D: I’m not really “into” feet.

Kate: I am from Berkshire. I am far too genteel for this disgusting chat.

Scott: I don’t understand the question – does that make me stupid or just sexually incompetent?

D: Surely, technically you are the least incompetent as you are a father?

What was it about the universally admired prolific songwriter King Creosote with his canon of critical acclaim and potently sensual stage presence that made you chose to collaborate with him over all the other less engaging multi-hundred selling Fence artistes? –

R: a. His willingness and b. His DIY attitude to both music and haircuts.

D: Gummi Bako has taken out a restraining order.

K: We were left with no choice after your retirement. Our long-planned cover of Take That’s Relight My Fire will never see the light of day. Sob.

S: He lives near Kate.

No songwriter ever has more than a dozen good songs up their sleeve.  Discuss.

R: I think this is a matter of cranial capacity and attention span – why would you ever NEED to have more than 12 or so good songs?

K: Thankfully we’ve got more than one songwriter so we’ll be good for at least 3 albums – after that… who knows? Greatest Hits or Big Band covers album?

S:  If this is at one time then that would make sense as you can’t play 12 songs at once, or even write 12 songs at once.  On the other hand if you were to mean that a songwriter only has 12 good songs over their song writing career, I disagree.  Look at James Blunt.

H.M.S. Ginafore by Calum Casino

At a recent cocktail party David and I fell out about the paranormal and Courtney Love but I don’t believe that there isn’t a little bit of Kate and Rose that once wanted to be in Hole.  I know I did.  Any other gaping musical differences?

D: It’s generous of you to describe them as cocktails. I was just happy to be party to the incredible glamour of Anstruther that became available to me since we signed with Fence. Finally getting into the VIP room of Legends Nightclub was quite something. Hole are woeful and Courtney Love is definitely not one of my favourite people. I have, however, never met her, so she might not be a total ****. Ghosts are almost certainly bunkum. Sleeper were much cooler than Hole.

R: I DEFINITELY WANTED TO BE IN HOLE AND I THINK GHOSTS MIGHT BE REAL. Some of my favourite records are Disney film soundtracks, and I think ‘It’s All About You’ is one of the twentieth century’s greatest pop songs. David would have me pilloried for all these things.

K: I once went to see S Club 7 live in concert and frequently enjoy celebrity based reality singing contests such as Popstar to Opera Star. I also like Coldplay. And Glee. I could probably go on… Hole are awesome.

S: Flabbergasted.  A cocktail party in Anstruther.  I hope they had “Bin Juice”.

Considering you are three quarters Scottish, and didn’t meet at art school, you’re a pretty good looking band.  As people you’re full of character and Rose dresses very well. That must help with the appeal to the Wylie/Cotton/Bowman-led generation of new music listeners right?

R: Yes, it should, but I think our hair needs to be better. Not bigger, just almost indefinably better. And we need a tattoo. And a drug.

D: What’s wrong with our hair? I’ve got stupid enough hair for stardom, surely? Which drug? A tattoo of a methamphetamine in a wig?

S: Jumpers + cardigans = lots of album sales and sex.

K:  It’s all about Grimmy and Zane nowadays anyway. Wylie is sooooo Radio 2. Get with the programme HMS G. My hair could be both bigger and better.

At what stage do you think you might tackle your first political song?  Would you consider writing a song for the Scottish National Party? You are one of Scotland’s finest exports after all!

D: I think you can only write songs about something you’re specifically against. It would be foolish to align yourself with a particular political party as their manifesto and membership are not static. That was a bit serious. Sorry.

S: Follow in the footsteps of D-ream?  Yes please.

K: My song, Left & Right, is well political.

The lesser seen Scott Canaveral, captured by Catt House 

You each get to pick a destination on a 4 night global stadium tour – money and carbon footprint no object.  Where do you go?

R: San Francisco, because we can visit Alcatraz and my friend Nathalie, and see some walruses, and go on a trolley car, and eat some Chinese food, and party with some gays. What more could you want!

K: I like food almost as much as I like being in a band (who am I kidding, I like food more) so it would probably need to be somewhere in the land of big breakfasts – the US of A. Rose has gone west side so I’ll go for NYC. Near a diner please.

D: Red Rocks natural amphitheatre, near Denver, Colorado. Jethro Tull caused a riot there. And it’s beautiful. Alternatively: Pittodrie Stadium, Aberdeen. If we caused a riot there it would be more entertaining than the football.

S: Madison Square Gardens, NYC.

Is it possible to go on tour and not come back with sub-clinical malnutrition?

R: Yes, due to the prodigious number of Marks & Spencer Simply Foods at service stations nowadays.

D: No. Especially if you start the tour with it.

S: Nope.  One meal a day which is undoubtedly a hangover curing full breakfast from a supermarket shitbox does not cut it.

K: We’ve not actually been on a proper tour since we signed to Fence. Are you saying our new rider request will not be fulfilled? I WANT MY PERSONAL CHEF.

Kid Canaveral catastrophically implodes and disbands – which other Fence band’s tour bus are each of you pressing your noses against  the window of in the hope they’ll take you on as a Roadie?

D: We’re already under the employ of Kwaing for a number of musical duties. I guess the remainder of us who could still bear to look at each other would be rattling the windows of his Estate, looking for songs to play.

S:  Fence bands have tour buses?

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Kid Canaveral are playing the Liquid Rooms in Edinburgh, on Sunday August 14th, as part of the Edinburgh Festival, along with Admiral Fallow and Over The Wall.  You can purchase tickets from here, for only £8.50.   Their new album, SHOUTING At Wildlife is available from the Fence webshop, and all half-decent independent record shops. They’ll also be playing at HaarFest THAT VERY SAME EVENING.  You can buy tickets for HaarFest, here.

H.M.S. Ginafore has vowed never to play live again, and there are no plans to record a new album any time soon.  We dearly hope to rectify this, with the assistance of money and/or booze. Please send any left over booze or money to the usual address.   In the meantime you should pick up a copy of Jenny’s latest record, a split 10″ E.P. with Iona Marshall, released via De-Fence Records.

TUNE IN AGAIN, NEXT TIME, FOR THE KIDS ASKING H.M.S. G THE QUESTIONS!

Here’s HMS Ginafore with a bandstand preview on what’s a-happening at HaarFest (that isn’t music!)

Hairy Heroes Hail Haary Hi-dee-hi

Late summer in the East Neuk of Fife – a cool North Sea fog looms low over the hay bales…

Who is that we spy, keeking through the berry-laden hedgerow boughs? Why it’s the Oldest Boy in Scotland – King Creosote, his fingertips pink from squashing rosehips, pointing you in the direction of the Potted Sports on Kilrenny Common.

Hark, what voice is this that compares to a soaring sky lark? It’s the Pictish Trail translating the salt-smoothed curves of pre-Christian carvings into a fleshy rap by the light of a Barley Moon.

Would you look at who’s dashing across the Dreel Burn to the Hew Scott Hall? It’s Gummi “Gummi” Bako with a sackful of F & D’s scones for morning coffee in one hand and a jar of fingerlings in the other for supper.

Can someone open a door for the laden lady? It’s Kate Canaveral with box upon box of cultural crud for the Saturday Swapshop.

Holy Sea Cow what was that splash? – it’s HMS Ginafore worrying the eels in Cellardyke Pond. Help her trap ‘em.

Friends, we welcome you to Haarfest #2 and as if the heart-stoppingly good music line up wasn’t enough to entice you back to the eastern seaboard, the daytime fringe (as reassuringly twee and laugh-led as ever) surely will. Surely?

You can expect to be able to sign up for some or all of the following – guided walks on the themes of fossils and rockpool dwellers, tours of ancient kirks and cream teas in crumbling chapels, baking bread with Baker Ben, digging potatoes with Sean Dooley, script-writing workshops with my GBF, a matinee ceilidh with Cuddly Dudley Moore, a chance to be a trainee chef for the day, Hardsparrow’s Mad Hatter Hat Party, a 100 yard pageant, quirky cover sets half way through beetle drives, a Treashaar Hunt, photography exhibitions and Mama Casino’s tireless celebration of the earthly wonder that is Jon Hopkins over a bowl of slightly under-seasoned soup.

What you shouldn’t expect is noodle bars, mobile phone reception, sculpture, men painted gold doing robotic dancing in the street, too many of those thin girls in sequinned ski-pants, people that want to knife you (or at least are brave enough to actually do it), technology-based activities, enforced participation in human theatre, “Glamping”, too much craft or innovation and definitely not optimum hydration.

I was meant to do this last week and I didn’t. Is it too late? There are beads of sweat on Johnny’s neck.
Please come.

J.C x

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The seventh in the De-Fence 10″ series features Fence chanteuse H.M.S. Ginafore, and electro-folk balladeer Iona Marshall …

Review from The List – 4 STARS ****

“HMSG – Anstruther pop star HMS Ginafore – has united with Glasgow folk alchemist Iona Marshall for a sublime EP, 10×10:07 (De-Fence). Ginafore comes forth with ‘Rock of Ages’, an electro-acoustic tropical swansong (no!); while the cosmic synth-folk of Marshall’s ‘Shtoom’ is so beautiful it’s quite upsetting. It is Mike Oldfield’s ‘Moonlight Shadow’ for the DIY pop generation. It is perfect.”

The first-lady of Fence, H.M.S. Ginafore is the pseudonym of Anstruther born singer-songwriter, Jenny Casino.

Jen is convinced that she is rubbish.  She tells me this all the time.  “I’m rubbish, Johnny” she says.  Being an inconsiderate oaf, i don’t reassure her.  Instead i think about how truly terrible everything on Fence must be, if HMS Ginafore really is rubbish.  Then i go home, listen to her songs, and get even more confused.  I’ve come to the conclusion that Jen’s taste in music is just plain terrible – and that’s why she doesn’t realise exactly how phenomenal her own music actually is.  I mean she genuinely enjoys Runrig, for god’s sake.  And Jamie Callum.  She’ll kill me for revealing that.

HMS Ginafore doesn’t sound like either of those.  She writes incredible sea-shanties about small town life, with lyrics that won’t leave you alone for the rest of your days.

** H.M.S. GINAFORE BOXSETS ARE CURRENTLY SOLD OUT **

A double album pack from our first lady, HMS Ginafore, comprising of her out-of-print debut album (L’argent De La Mer) and her picket fence title (PF B04 – And The Racket They Made).

This set contains some of the finest music this label has ever released – sparse tunes with lyrics that are heartbreaking/heartwarming in equal measure, sung in that inimitable voice.

Each disc has been produced and remastered by King Creosote, individually hand-stamped and assembled in packaging by Gummi Bako.