A local situation. Singer has cultivated a voice like a radial arm saw going through bone, guitar style like a misaligned Victorian steam hammer and a repertoire of about three songs, delivered with such shattering ugliness it would put any average listener off hearing those songs, or any traditional music, ever again. The Bleacher Lassie of Kelvin Haugh sounds like the victim of a Dickensian industrial accident. This isn't so much owning songs as asset-stripping them - I don't expect anyone local will try to sing those again in my lifetime.

This guy actually *teaches* guitar accompaniment.