Richard Dawson - Ogre (Official Video) 

WE MAKIN IT OUT OF THE DUNGEONS WITH THIS ONE 🔥 🔥 🔥

1st Listen > Me: Wtf is this? 2nd Listen > Me: Okay, this is different. Pretty creative freak folk. 3rd Listen > Me: IN THE KIIIIIINGDOM OF BRYNEICH!!!

I'm so grateful for Richard Dawson's music. The last few minutes of this, the "When the sun is" section, is truly magical. It's like a stolen chorus from an eighteenth century ballad opera -- overheard by a travelling Suomi hurdy gurdy player through the walls of Drury Lane theatre in the 1740s who, when he got back to Lapland as an old man, taught what he remembered of the song to the tribal women, who then passed it down through the generations until at last the tribe faded into the tundra like a memory. While the last shaman lay dying on the shores of lake Orivesi, he visited Richard Dawson in a dream in the form of a herd of magical reindeer that taught him the chord changes. And here we are.

this is genuinely one of the best songs i’ve ever heard, the outro is magnificent. goosebumps

This is the music the villagers play before they burn you in the wicker man. Seriously though I love it

This will be played at my funeral. I only wish I could see the expressions on their faces when it plays.

One day, I hope the world will see his genius.

At 5:05, when the chorus shifts from "climbing" to "dying" - it gets my skin crawling. You can hear the emphasis in their voices of being excited, frightened, captivated, by what is about to happen.

Holy Christ this is so amazing. Can't forgive myself not discovering this great man before. Feels like I've been given the best christmas present ever.

Would love a kareoki version. Imagine that in the pub. Amazing Ogre is one of the very best english neofolk songs of all time. One surface reading is it's the story of a man (probably a blacksmith) who murders a boy to use their blood in a magickal ritual to save his ill child, the spell doesn't work, and the villagers are set on revenge and finding his hiding place

I think I'm addicted to this.

This isn't just a song. There's something uncanny, almost primal, in it.

this entire track is magnificent

The majority of contemporary bands: “Look how retro and distinctive we are with our 90’s/80’s get up.” Richard Dawson: “Hold my Brythonic flagon...”

This song is like an onion - it has layers. (Seriously though it's good)

One song he is The Hangmans Beautiful Daughter album by Incredible String Band, the next he is Neutral Milk Hotel had Jeff Magnum kept raging another decade. Thank you for being unhinged and inspired, and not prog. Amazing lyrics, here: In the kingdom of Bryneich Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke Gradually emerges as we descend "Bring the goose my child!" I carve a notch into the squirming post It smells like a smithy "Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals" There comes frightful news from town Of great evil abound The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield Scouring a fortnight in the hills All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand "Tie the goats to my cot With tansy rags their faces cover Push straws into the windows Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb" Blinding colours leap Along bemirrored tower walls Stretching as far as the eye can see I am woke in icy beads By a clamour coming from the broadbeans The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom Paralysed I watch my child's breath Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning When the sun is climbing We'll find the harrow smothered in slime When the sun is climbing We'll put it in the dog's noses When the sun is climbing We'll break upon the heath When the sun is climbing We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow When the sun is climbing We'll weather a storm of living needles When the sun is climbing We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty When the sun is climbing We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles When the sun is climbing We'll hear the distance of the North Sea When the sun is dying We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory When the sun is dying Our trees will billow in dunes When the sun is dying We'll wade around the shoreline When the sun is dying The algae as a nap of fire When the sun is dying Below the surface of the water When the sun is dying In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway When the sun is dying We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach When the sun is dying The ebbing tide will soon reveal it's secrets

The closest thing already in existence would be Comus, but comparisons don't do this man justice. He's a true original. And this is striking work, it really is. It resonates with my gut in a way that's hard to describe, as well as turning my braincells into fireworks. Long may he continue.

The shivers you get listening yet another time to a song you've just discovered... My God...

I know that music is subjective. BUT SERIOUSLY. What monster would dislike this.

In the kingdom of Bryneich Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke Gradually emerges as we descend "Bring the goose my child!" I carve a notch into the squirming post It smells like a smithy "Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals" There comes frightful news from town Of great evil abound The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield Scouring a fortnight in the hills All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand "Tie the goats to my cot With tansy rags their faces cover Push straws into the windows Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb" Blinding colours leap Along bemirrored tower walls Stretching as far as the eye can see I am woke in icy beads By a clamour coming from the broadbeans The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom Paralysed I watch my child's breath Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning When the sun is climbing We'll find the harrow smothered in slime When the sun is climbing We'll put it in the dog's noses When the sun is climbing We'll break upon the heath When the sun is climbing We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow When the sun is climbing We'll weather a storm of living needles When the sun is climbing We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty When the sun is climbing We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles When the sun is climbing We'll hear the distance of the North Sea When the sun is dying We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory When the sun is dying Our trees will billow in dunes When the sun is dying We'll wade around the shoreline When the sun is dying The algae as a nap of fire When the sun is dying Below the surface of the water When the sun is dying In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway When the sun is dying We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach When the sun is dying The ebbing tide will soon reveal it's secrets

these chord changes are really interesting,, and such cool voice leading

The last few minutes of this might be the best pop moment I've heard all year

I love when I hear a song like this for the first time. The melodic structure and orchestration blows my mind. I'm sure neurons are firing and my brain has just grown another fold or two just for having listened.

MY ONLY CRITICISM IS HOW WELL GROOMED THE BEARDS ARE

I think this song took my maidenhood.

This bloke is my latest obsession. He's like the love child of Incredible String Band and Alasdair Roberts who is writing a new soundtrack to the original Wicker Man. Incredible.

I started with Henki and then went to Peasant and then after 10s of full album listens I jumped to 2020 and I absolutely love them all! Now I’m starting to dabble in older stuff like nothing important….. the man seems to get better with age and I am super looking forward to whatever comes next! Another collaboration with someone would be cool!

Richard Dawson is THE REAL FUCKING DEAL

This is every Ben Wheatley film in song form

The only comparison I can think of is with Comus, and their extraordinary album "First Utterance". But even with that singular reference, this (song and parent album) is gloriously unique. Its shabbiness is its beauty, and Dawson is a startling genius.

Jesus wept, this is wonderful. Thanks to my fellow residents of the pond for bringing this to my attention.

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How I can’t explain this man to my pals; “Smash the genius of John Frusciante, Pavement hooks and my neighbor (who cuts his own wood with a hand axe for heat) together at a ren fair.” You just have to experience him. Wonderful.

Beautiful. A little reminicent of Canterbury / Robert Wyatt with some Wickerman. Really really good.

This is an amazing song and everytime I hear it it brings a tear to my eye in the last bit of it. the melodies and composition is just so great

Over and over I return for a taste of those days watching Richard in a half full living room. Still as majestic

My bloody god you're great, personifies everything I love about creating wonderful sound.

What a perfectly crafted song. Richard's voice is gorgeous here. Best one on the album.

How do you make such a vivid portrait of a setting in time man this shit is beautiful.

New to this guy. Love it. Stunning.

fuck yea within 5 seconds i knew this would be the dog's bollocks

I keep coming back. Nothing comes close for ages…

This sounds modern yet a thousand years old at the same time

Playing the Witcher 3 for the first time recently so I’m pretty into this

expert level D&D music

Watching on repeat. Magic.

someBODY once told me this album is fucking great!

He is one of the greats, oh so rough and oh so tender.

Richard. I am very happy to hear this. It's majestic. Thank you

LOVE!

SHOUT OUT TO DAWN.

Such a fantastic song, I keep coming back month after month

Oddly mesmerising video, and a great song!!!

I love how that outro just kind of comes out of nowhere and blows you away

This is so beautiful

Love you Richard. Can't wait to see you in June

jesus what is going on in the arrangement to this song holy shit

Don't know how I feel about Dawson as a whole still, but this song is a,kind of unflinching, abrasive masterpiece. It eschews traditional views of the times in which it places itself to focus solely on tradition, reality and emotional truths.

My second favorite song of all time.

Richards voice is incredible. He sounds a lot like Peter Gabriel at the end. Amazing song.

This is bloody amazing

post-shrekcore

In the kingdom of Bryneich Verging on a muddy crook of Coquet A dice of houses cast with clay and sheepdung Through a soup of starlit peatsmoke Gradually emerges as we descend "Bring the goose my child!" I carve a notch into the squirming post It smells like a smithy "Hurry now and drink the bowl before it congeals" There comes frightful news from town Of great evil abound The heartbroken potter's idiot boy was snatched from the speltfield Scouring a fortnight in the hills All they found, pointing from a sett, a small grey hand "Tie the goats to my cot With tansy rags their faces cover Push straws into the windows Damp the coals, and bar the door with hornbeam limb" Blinding colours leap Along bemirrored tower walls Stretching as far as the eye can see I am woke in icy beads By a clamour coming from the broadbeans The snapping of stems and a foul-smelling bloom Paralysed I watch my child's breath Glide like a jellyfish across the black morning When the sun is climbing We'll find the harrow smothered in slime When the sun is climbing We'll put it in the dog's noses When the sun is climbing We'll break upon the heath When the sun is climbing We'll dash across the Ringing Meadow When the sun is climbing We'll weather a storm of living needles When the sun is climbing We'll tarry by the Pool of Plenty When the sun is climbing We'll hurry down the Valley of Eagles When the sun is climbing We'll hear the distance of the North Sea When the sun is dying We'll cross the Causeway of No Memory When the sun is dying Our trees will billow in dunes When the sun is dying We'll wade around the shoreline When the sun is dying The algae as a nap of fire When the sun is dying Below the surface of the water When the sun is dying In the face of the cliff a ghastly doorway When the sun is dying We'll pitch a tent of pigskin on the beach When the sun is dying The ebbing tide will soon reveal it's secrets

Still listening... thank you.

this guy managed to make medieval music sound cool

I have not even tried to compare this to any other group/ singer whatever . Mesmerising!!! 20/20 is also a work of sheer bliss!

Incredible string band, influenced. Wild.

This is as mad as a bag of cats! I love it!

Awesome!!

Album of the year 2017. No question. I mean, you may have questions. But not me.

Oooh, it goes all 'Polyphonic Spree' @ 4:00 !

Absolutely gorgeous. Another astounding track, well done x

CLASS MAN - PROPER CLASS X

i get called weird for listening to this but it’s so beautiful i do not care

Where can I get a bowl of Smithy smelling congealed goose fat?

Meant to search Richard Dawkins... I ain't even mad though

Very cool.

BOOM ........hairs tingle ........magnificent work

Amazing, thank you richard.

I'm still fuckin' watchin' this video. Now I'm dancing to it in a friend's living room whilst house sitting. Loving it......

That's _(at the very least)_ a Corn Exchange sized chorus/coda!

Thank you RTRFM for always exposing me to far out music!

Reminds me of Robert Wyatt's "Shipbuilding" somehow

That was awesome

Love the song, love the video, love Dawson. My new hero.

wonderful song...

when the sun be vibin

I love this one.

I feel uneasy listening to this.

Fantastic, got here from the Freak Zone.

I feel like Richard has really bad coffee breath when he sings.

Underrated af

Pretty hard First Utterance-era Comus vibes, love it

so sick

I want to hear more music like this.

Richard Dawson has the most trustworthy face

I've been transfixed by this since I heard it on The Freak Zone. It sounds death-defying.

My god. This is great.

Amazing.

I want to set “When the sun is rising..,” as my morning wake up alarm.