This is the first time I've heard anyone and write and play a figure on acoustic guitar with the precision of Nick Drake. It moves into a style that is all Rhob Cunningham, but the first few bars could be an outtake from Pink Moon and that is pretty cool.
And then the voice, it's familiar and totally strange; I had to look up curlew, it's a type of bird that is going extinct, and whose song feels synonymous with the sound of Irish marshes in the Summer. We know this story all too well; the one about creating beauty out of necessity. The only other option is to weep.
Another thing to note is the fullness of this track, with only what sounds like a single guitar take, a lead vocal, and some minimal harmonies. Rhob Cunningham with his single Goodbye Brood turns a national tragedy into homespun folk perfection.