"I felt like a pig in shit while listening to Where Have All the Good Folk Gone. The quintet owes an ode to Wilco, but The Barebones don’t sound like copycats in the least, but a band that has done their homework on alt-country and pop sensibilities and they hit the mark nearly every time. 

Where Have All the Good Folk Gone opens with the upbeat drone rocker “Holding On”. This gritty fight song mentality continues on the title track especially with its bluesy guitar riffs and the blue collar lyrical call outs like “will you take a stand or quietly just stand back.” The Wilco-ness, in their most lapidary form comes through again on the heartfelt 'The Only Way' and the alt-country heart bleeding 'Sorry for Leaving'.  

The Barebones aren’t afraid to pull out the rock either as they do on the organ rocker 'Strangely Alone' and the sunny sounding but lyrically sad 'Reach' which sounds like a pop-radio hit if I’ve ever heard one. Though by far their poppiest hit 'Wandering Blind' sounded like the best direction for The Barebones. It’s raucous in a bluesy Stones type of all. Where Have All the Good Folk Gone is an exquisite piece of alt-country pop rock. You should be so lucky to hear such pop perfection in your lifetime." 

- Jamie Robash / Divide and Conquer

“A joyous presence.” 
TheMusic.com

“An incredible voice. Pure magic.”
Radio13 NZ

“An unexpected surprise.”
13th Floor

Fuelled by humility, integrity and a raw clarity of vision, Kerryn Fields paints enduring musical portraits that detail the colour and feeling of everything that makes us human. 

Drawing comparisons with the likes of timeless creators, Cat Stevens, Townes Van Zandt, Joan Baez, Neil Young, and more, Fields’ trademark warmth of character - evident in both life and music - fuels a creative offering that’s equal parts captivating, refined and heartrendingly insightful. 

It’s for good reason too, because life is something this artist has lived. Fields grew up in Te Kūiti, NZ, a farming community in which both her family and others’ work hard to make ends meet. With Mum on guitar and Dad fuelling an obsession with radio, cassettes and vinyl LPs by all of music’s greats, there was a life lesson in every song of Fields’ childhood. 

With one hand on guitar and the other firmly upon heart, music moved Fields through a time when chronic illness, family separations and the weight of life changes presented this artist with her biggest challenges yet. It would be her relocation to Melbourne during which Fields would settle into her most significant relationship to date: that with her newfound network of fellow career singers, songwriters and performers. Life as she’d known it would change forever. 

Newstead Live Music Festival’s Troubadour Artist of the Year (2019), winner of the MLT Songwriting Award (NZ Country Music Awards 2019) and New Zealand’s Best New Broadcaster (at age 19), Kerryn Fields has released a range of celebrated records including debut LP, Rascal (2015) and award-winning, critically acclaimed single, Mamma (2019).

Sure, her music speaks volumes. But it’s the captivating warmth and courage of this artist that really leaves the audience shining from the inside-out.

Does not really talk about himself in the third person, thinks ARTY should do his homework before he goes to bed and, must not drink his own bath water as this has had someone washing in it. ARTY likes hanging out the washing on sunny days and writing songs about how wet the sheets are, he then spends an inordant amount of time spell chhecking documents and looking under his bed for his lost memories and last nights dinner wrappers.

Most imporantly ARTY believes that good music should be spelt with three o's in Good, so this is GOOOD and is a little bit further away from God which has only one o in Good. The only serious thing he does not like is songwriters who are so lazy they keep using the same word as their crux for not working hard enough and then expect to be congratulated for this amazing exploit of the explotation of a swearword which without the song would not be an unforgetable diatribe of the primal ooze of conciousness, really and I do really i do not give a F about the use of the F words or worse in songwriting.

So if you have been silly enough to get this far, he does want to start collaborating more and learning more than somethiing about the format and requirement of writing Nashville style songs, story,conversational. no metaphor, get in there tell it and FINISH- He does though have a penchant and a paper bag with a twist of monumental proportions and strangely just keeps doing it, looking over his shoulder and throwing salt, but (not the butt when you stand too close to a got butt) then Arty is just a little bit left of centre and down the road a bit and if you look hard you will see him hiding behind the letter box at number 5.

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