Cerddoriaeth & Siop


Gelli brynu albwm cyntaf Nia drwy wasgu'r botwm 'PayPal' isod neu trwy dy siop recordiau leol.


(2009 Recordiau PATRIN)

These Days They Burn
Rhwng y Gwir a'r Gwirion
On the Hillside
Because the Light
Gan fy Mod i
Too Close to Call
Silent Times

'NIA MORGAN' - Adolygiadau

"A modest masterpiece here from a Welsh singer not afraid to deploy her native tongue on three of the 10 songs. In truth, Morgan’s tremulous voice sounds even more haunting in Welsh. And it is a voice which has to do a lot of the work in conjuring emotions, because the music is steadfastly mellow, the tasteful piano and guitar, throbbing double bass, wafting pedal steel and minimal percussion using a similar vocabulary to Norah Jones in her most downbeat moments. Morgan’s voice, by contrast, is more girlish, more raw and undeniably appealing. The opener here, These Days They Burn, has a languid magic as impressive as Alison Krauss at her silken best." (Paul Taylor, City Life, Manchester Evening News, 7/8/09)

"...You don't have to understand the words to appreciate the hushed purity of Morgan's voice or feel the emotions stirring.......Bewitching and at times beguilingly beautiful, it should secure several open invitations to folk festivals in the coming months." (Mike Davies, 'NetRhythms' Awst 2009)

“On her debut album…Nia Morgan demonstrates an affinity with the dark, hidden corners of life, and an ability to draw you into the unknown.......a slow-building 40 minutes of largely British-sounding folk with intermittent moments of country-ish twang…. It’s not at all crazy to imagine this cut-glass voice, singing themes lovelorn and protesting in equal measure, making a more widespread splash.” (cylchgrawn Buzz, Awst 2009)

"It’s a Welsh artist that has turned in my favourite album of the week as Nia Morgan’s self-titled debut proves to be a beautiful bilingual gem. It’s a mix of stripped-back country acoustica – with pedal steel and a wheezy trumpet on tracks like Poppies – and raw Welsh folk. Morgan... is confident in her quietness, creating a sound so intimate as to be almost conspiratorial. Next time I’m waking from a Sunday morning coma I want this playing in the background." (7/8/09 Gavin Allen, Western Mail)