Every folly used to have it’s hermit. Every castle would have it’s minstrel. And every small, yet perfectly formed tower in the Scottish Borders should also have a folk/indie/experimental singer-songwriter armed with a guitar and singing a song of ravens. As luck would have it, right on our doorstep, at the rather delicious Greenknowe Tower, we find Jason Kyrone singing ‘Raylen the Raven’. How strange..for a moment then, I had a Michael Moorcock flashback and imagined a bone-white emperor with slanting eyes of crimson grooving to this song. I’m going to lie down now.