Folk records come in so many flavours that listing them all would probably quickly turn into a version of that scene from Forrest Gump where Bubba lists dishes one could make with shrimp, so I'll skip that.

But I'll tell you which one I love in particular. It has little to do with any particular folk subgenre and more with what it does for me.

You see, the folk records I particularly love are the ones that help me close the day, relax, and leave the day's hardships behind.

And that’s something, if you think about it, folk tunes were for. The music, the melodies, the tales... They all helped transport whoever was listening to a different place, a one far from the day's drudgery just done.

The latest album by Sam Sweeney and Grace Smith, Morning of May, does precisely that to me.

Morning of May is such a simple record. Just two fiddles conversing about, well, anything really. Perhaps love, lost or found. Or daily events, other people...

I'm saying this because when you step away from the idea behind the record, to explore the English instrumental tradition on two fiddles, you are left with music that simply sounds like a conversation. A gentle one, at that.

On Morning of May, the players don't shout over another. You can hear how they let each other express themselves fully, providing a gentle accompaniment while the other person speaks. And then, they take over. Melodies swap. Harmonies trade. It's mesmerizing.

And there are no theatrics, no showing off any virtuosity here. It's just music, and there is little need for this record to be anything else.

For me, a wonderful musical discovery.