Rule of Three formed in 2004. We make contemporary folk and traditional sounds from Scotland drawing on influences from all over Europe and alternative genres. Our work is almost entirely self-written and traditional.
***** FIVE STARS"Her vivacious, cleanly articulated fiddling was complemented by silvery, beautifully poised vocals and a wealth of inventive accompanying colours and rhythms."
The Scotsman
"A pure and charming voice...destined to be a true star in the folk firmament"
MU Magazine
**** FOUR STARS
"A rich slice of assertive contemporary Scots tradition"
Scotland on Sunday
"A sizzling triptych...one of the finest fiddlers in the country" Perthshire Advertiser
"They bend the original folkie style and create a far more interesting and complex sound than your average trio."
Garden Sessions
"The audience were held spellbound by the virtuoso fiddle playing and singing...the dialogue between guitar and accordion was particularly lovely"
Vogtland Anzeiger
"A sparkling mix of traditional, contemporary and self-composed tunes"
The List
"Charming performers with warmth and humour...the music was full of expression, nuance and energy"
Hallands Posten
BBC Scotland Young Trad Musician Of The Year Finalist 2003 & 2004
Danny Kyle Award Winners 2005
Released album :Three on ISLE Music Scotland 2006
Eiserner Eversteiner Nominees 2007
Burnsong Winner 2007
Celtic Colours Song House Writer 2008
New Album - Pleasure's Coin
Launch concert at Celtic Connections! 29th Jan 8pm Strathclyde Suite GRCH, Glasgow.
As a response to demand, the new album features both The Floor O Northumberland and Plooman Lad alongside some beautiful newly composed material.
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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
I'm very glad to have you on my new page and it was great listening to you. Have a beautful week and stop by and say hello! It would be great to hear from you.
In a very far-off time, when peace didn't know war because life didn't know man.
In the time when the vast ocean drowned the red sun, the wind composed a Te Deum on its piano in the universe. And God said to the wind: "Of all my senses, you are the one who resembles me most closely. Look at me so I can see myself ! "
So to thank God, the wind became music.
From that time tunes became mirrors, where God sees himself and gives his joy.
Ya, no problem. I met Innes in the Ben in Glasgow while attending Strathclyde Uni. Was an exchange student and studied trad. music while I was there. All the best!
Thanks, I hope you're all well and happy too. Fortunately, the RSI was not harp-induced and I found an amazing chiropractor in London who sorted me out. Your tracks sound awesome as always!
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Un placer encontraros aqui y disfrutar de vuestro magnifico trabajo. Un fuerte abrazo desde Extremadura, España, de vuestros amigos de Aulaga Folk. Juan Carlos
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