Voice of the Seven Woods is the project of a Bolton based musician, Rick Tomlinson, who has released several 7" EPs and self-released CD-Rs. The band (with Chris Walmsley) is most commonly associated with the Manchester alternative music scene, and is regularly associated with the B-Music collective; a Manchester based DJ, Music and Arts collaboration that includes DJ Andy Votel, Super Furry Animals's frontman Gruff Rhys and various other DJs & artists.
Rick Tomlinson began his association with Twisted Nerve Records when he played guitar alongside Dave Tyack on various releases.
Rick's debut album was released on 6 August 2007. Eponymously titled, it was released on both CD and Gatefold vinyl. The US version, distributed by B-Music, contains 2 bonus tracks. It is one of his few unlimited releases to date.
He has played several notable festivals including Green Man Festival in 2005, 2006 and 2007, Supersonic Festival in Birmingham, again in 2006 and 2007, and the Moseley Folk Festival, Birmingham.
After a period of performing solo, the live band is currently a trio of Rick, Chris Walmsley on drums and Pete Hedley on bass.
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In poverty, hunger and dirt
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the “Song of the Shirt.””
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A secular bird ages of lives.”
—John Milton (1608–1674)