"I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing," writes the Nobel Laureate Seamus Heaney of his solitary profession in his poem "Personal Helicon". These words always come to mind when listening to the music of MIREL WAGNER. There is a defiant air of unflinching bravery in her carefully chosen words and the skeletal chords of her acoustic guitar. Her songs are like smooth, polished black pebbles, thrown into a cold bottomless pond, drops of life that set the darkness rippling. Squeezing the last drop of life from a worn out genre, her acoustic balladry is as far as you'll get from clichéd coffee house folk. It has more to do with the primeval darkness of Swans than the folksy bonhomie of Bob Dylan.Her background couldn't be more normal: a ... read more