Album Review: Rose Of Kelvingrove / Bonnie Black Isle / Loch Maree by The Gordon Highlanders
Released in 1993 under the Bandleader label, this brass and military album from The Gordon Highlanders feels like stepping into a time capsule of Scottish pride. It’s got that raw, unpolished charm you’d expect from a UK military band—no frills, just solid musicianship. The album features three tracks: "Rose Of Kelvingrove," "Bonnie Black Isle," and "Loch Maree." Each one carries its own weight, but if I had to pick two standouts, it'd be "Rose Of Kelvingrove" and "Loch Maree."
"Rose Of Kelvingrove" hits hard right outta the gate. There’s something about the way the horns swell—it’s not flashy, but it feels... earned, y’know? Like they’re telling a story without words. You can almost picture the rolling hills and cobblestone streets of Glasgow as the melody marches forward. It’s not perfect; there are moments where the tempo wavers slightly, but honestly, that adds character. This track sticks with me because it doesn’t try too hard—it lets the music breathe.
Then there’s "Loch Maree." Man, this one sneaks up on ya. At first listen, it might seem like your standard brass piece, but give it a minute. Around halfway through, the arrangement opens up, and suddenly you’re floating alongside the loch itself. The interplay between the trumpets and trombones creates this warm, shimmering vibe—not unlike sunlight dancing on water. Sure, it could use a bit more dynamic range near the end, but hey, imperfections make it human.
What strikes me most is how these tracks feel deeply connected to their roots. They aren’t trying to reinvent anything—they’re celebrating tradition, plain and simple. And while some folks might find the production a tad dated (we’re talking mid-90s here), I reckon that’s part of the charm. These songs don’t need auto-tune or fancy effects—they’ve got soul.
So yeah, listening to this album made me think: sometimes less really is more. In an age of overproduced soundscapes and endless remixes, hearing something so straightforward feels kinda refreshing. Almost like finding an old postcard tucked away in a drawer—you didn’t know you needed it until you stumbled upon it. Who knew bagpipes weren’t even involved, yet Scotland still shines through loud and clear?
