This track is from the album Work Anxiety Syndrome.
You can download it and/or buy the CD from 
http://jimpearson.bandcamp.com/album/work-anxiety-syndrome
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We took our name from a painting by Max Ernst, which features an innocent bird menaced by a threatening forest.

This mixture of innocence and menace is present in our songs, which explore different worlds, some light and some dark. 

Our debut EP "Pleasure to Burn" came out on 15th January 2016. Critics have been very kind, praising our blend of "Spanish folk with US southern blues":  http://emergingindiebands.com/forest-dove/ 

We've also been featured in many Spanish blogs...
http://lacarnemagazine.com/forest-and-dove-presenta-nuevo-disco/
http://yotambiensoyindie.es/2016/01/29/forest-dove/
https://colectivoraroproposito.wordpress.com/2016/01/22/emergentes-45-forest-dove/



Guitars: Richard J. Dowling
Electric Bass: Beni Benito Bieto
Drums: Oscar Caramés
Percussion (for EP): Leap Hamilton

Group Photos: Sandra Garcia Rey

Dirt Farmer - Recently released album, Scenic Route

In every new guitar there are songs waiting to be born. A new instrument can inspire a player to look at the fretboard differently and see possibilities they never thought about before. If the feel is right, they can bond with the instrument and find themselves reaching for it more and more. 

Scott Cryer and Rob MacDonald, the prolific songwriting duo from Brampton, Ontario, found themselves doing just that last year. In 2023 they each purchased a small body Martin acoustic guitar and that was it; they fell under the acoustic spell. They played and recorded songs together on their beloved new guitars and after about a year, sure enough, an acoustic inspired album came into being; Scenic Route.

Scenic Route consists of ten songs with a quirky yet serious, mostly uplifting, alternative folk/pop feel. The songs range from quiet intimate arrangements such as with the beautiful simplicity of Never Known Sadness, to the lush musical soundscape of It’s Time. Expressive vocals are paired with rich albeit restrained harmonies. The album title is taken from a line in the folk rock track, Sleep through a movie again; “Oh I know I took the scenic route, on the way to figuring out…”. Tales of plans winding up taking the longer idyllic scenic route, and sometimes a much darker, twisted path. 

It is no surprise that the small body guitars shine and sparkle throughout the mixes. Cryer and MacDonald were inspired by the rich tones of the guitars and made every effort during recording and mixing to show them in their best light, and to support the songs beautifully.

Winner of 2024 Liverpool Songwriting Competition with "The Boy With the Red Hat", taken from "Death to Mortality".

People have said that Jim plays guitar like a drummer. He is. In the mid eighties, he toured the Far East, Europe and Tyneside with near-legendary Geordie club band Foxy, before putting down his sticks, opting for a life of obscurity as graphic designer, husband and dad.

In his late thirties with a mid-life-crises looming, he started writing and recording his songs, self-releasing “Some Songs by Jim Pearson” in his fortieth year.

Suddenly, nothing happened, so he continued, and gradually accumulated a niche following of several well-intentioned virtual people, each possessing an uncanny appreciation of music and lyrics, as well as managing to get a handful of plays on BBC 6 music.

Jim is also singer, guitarist, songwriter with niche NW-UK band Scaredycats, who's debut album "Dumb Animals" was pronounced album of the year by Liverpool Sound and Vision in 2017.

Last year, he was a key collaborator and producer with international lockdown supergroup "Nothing On TV".

According to Jim... "You might not agree, but I think I’m getting better at this. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will never get the global recognition I so clearly deserve, and honestly, I am all the happier for it."

BBC 6 Music's Tom Robinson says... “This is the astonishingly prolific Merseyside songwriter Jim Pearson… you never can be sure what kind of project Jim will come up with next, but you can always be sure it’s gonna be pretty darn good...” (The Tom Robinson Show, January 25th 2020)

Songwriter from Northern England
https://jimpearson.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5R96vnb0ABdaZRMLG4XUNf

Scaredycats
https://scaredycatsuk.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/02W2iVwO5b3EIjzspgmS1N

Nothing On TV
https://nothingontv.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/07ADDEerdBir7xBgvdYyeo?si=k65U2tPkQuqbd1WFuPQOyA

'Wry Genius' -Mojo Magazine

Congratulations, you have stumbled across The Sturmey Archers time capsule that has lain buried beneath the Soundcloud sunken garden since the beginning of the 21st century. No doubt you are reading this from a future where music has become just that stuff in the background of funny video clips of dogs and babies. But historians amongst you will probably of heard of a time when music actually meant something to people. 

In the second decade of the 21st century a law was passed that decreed that all lyrics to songs should be about 'this night being the one' and stuff about 'putting your hands in the air'. These were strange times when songs about unique thoughts that sprung into individual's minds were considered retro, but musicians that copied German bands from thirty years previously were thought to still be original.

It was in the context of these times that small groups of renegade songwriters decided to carry on with the virtues of rock and pop's golden age and actually write songs about things, thoughts, feelings and other stuff. These were sometimes profound and and sometimes silly, but the words meant something, the music was playful and adventurous, and the tunes could be whistled by milkmen if they ever got the chance to hear them. They were on a mission to be at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Eminent musicologists of the time scoured the planet to find examples of this music that wasn't rubbish so they could bury it for future generations to enjoy. You now, the lucky archaeologist and future pop picker, have in your grasp the key to a world of wry world play, mad thoughts and old fashioned chord progressions. N.B. If Apes have taken over the planet, sorry for all the trouble we've caused.