Martyn Bennett’s anthology will be released in March. Martyn died 7 years ago – 30th January 2005. This piece was written by Sue Wilson and commissioned by the Martyn Bennett Trust. It is the sleevenotes of the album, written by Sue after long chats with Kirsten (Martyn’s widow) and lots of other people. It acts as an appropriate appreciation of Martyn and places him in the context of evolving Scottish music scene. For more got to Martyn Bennett here.
The sheer, breathtaking brilliance of Martyn Bennett was the shot in the arm that Scottish music needed to send it rocketing, supercharged, into the 21st century.” (John Byrne)
It’s a poor, pale substitute for his still being here, but as the years pass since Martyn’s untimely death, his seminal, seismic impact on our contemporary cultural landscape grows progressively more apparent.
If he were still here, on the one hand Martyn might well have laughed at such lofty language; on the other he’d have seen it as no more than his due. He relished puncturing pretension just as he espoused the grandest artistic ideals; was as capable of deep humility as he was of audacious ambition.
This Sunday afternoon dub tune is how I see life sometimes – a walk in the park and a piss in the duck pond. (Sorry if you thought that sound at the end was a cute little Scottish burn.)”
Schooled from childhood in both traditional and classical music, before diving head-first into rave culture, Martyn was the right man, in the right place and time, to make the quantum creative leap his music represents. His twin gifts of rigorous, restless intellect and profound spiritual consciousness, allied to his musical mastery – and his brilliantly mischievous sense of humour – enabled him to achieve a radical new synthesis of ancient and modern, local and global, rural and urban, that both embodied and advanced the fast-evolving culture he inhabited. Keenly media-savvy, in pursuit of often unworldly objectives, he crossed and transcended boundaries at many different levels, from that of image – as ‘the dreadlocked piper’ – to those of genre, art-form and audience.
“Try and find those things that make us Scottish. They are not necessarily tartan, but are no less colourful. They are in the sound of the kick drum, the bass line, the distortion, the punk guitar, the break-beat. Try and see the old ways in new surroundings.” Continue reading




