The anatomy of the folk song doesn't often stray, it's rooted in the soul of folk- something timeless and unchanged. Inlet Sound takes that and sticks with it as best as fine young millenials can, singing borrowed words from older times, "but I must be on my way", referring to girls as 'gals' and smiling politely. In fact, if you notice- they're always smiling. Symptomatic of an emotion that's hard to come by these days, joy. Even when their songs take a sombre tone, there's that smile; poorly covered, ready to present itself whenever it sees fit. They're pleased with it all, all the words pronouced sound good and right brushing up against those guitar strokes and twinkly kid instruments. And why not? It's a beautiful day in Bellwoods park, and we're all among friends.