My Nonny’s Dead. Tolerable Folk Music Part 3: Anne Briggs.

In my house, Anne Briggs is the aural equivalent of Marmite. Which, in itself, is unusual because mostly, even though the three of us currently living here have differing tastes in music with some overlap, mostly we’re not inclined to get too uppity about each others’ tastes that don’t tally with our own. Well, that’s…