THE band has been going in various forms for 20 years now, ploughing their own unique folky furrow and building up something of a cult following amongst those who frequent the alternative festival scene.
I have seen them more than a dozen times now and they have never failed to entertain. Time spent idly people-watching in their vicinity is often rather rewarding. You never see anything but happy faces where Pixiephonic have been.
If you can’t raise a smile when you catch a few of their songs, then you had best hasten along and book your plot, for you clearly lack humour and a soul.
Whether singing of faeries and pixies or the Old Troll Blues they draw you in and captivate the magical child within.
A child passing by, hand-in-hand with their parents will stop, drawn by the sight and sound of a pixie singing for them and will soon either be sat mesmerised or be dancing to the rhythm.
However, there is also a serious side to the Pixiephonic message.
Of the singular importance of nature and the fight to protect it from those who would exploit it for short-term gain.
Have a listen to Hug a Tree, the anthem Rise Up Ye Faery Folk about the ravages of fracking, or Dig Your Roots Down, for examples.
There are some passing references to drugs, most notable and amusingly in the excellent Mushroom Song but they would be one the heads of the innocent, who would likely only wonder what their parents were smiling about.
Another favourite, the Cup of Tea Song, a mainstay of the Pixiephonic set over many a year, espouses the restorative benefit of the ancient brew.
The overall blend (did you see what I did there?), is pleasing to the ear and entertaining for the soul.
Catch them at a gig or festival if you have the chance, or cop an ear to their first CD release, you won’t regret it.