Aine Furey Summer Rain (Celtic Connections)Coming from that musical clan, this young woman has produced a very beautiful, strangely introverted album. The cover tells the store droid to "file under trad Irish", and although this music has travelled a long way from the spud-acre with its layered, spaced-out studio mix, it is deeply rooted: Finbar's regretful lullaby, Life Is Just That Way; trad numbers like Silky; her unaccompanied Winter Winds (Sandy Denny) in a Liam Weldon idiom; a bould drum-shuffle Marble Halls, or the aching My Love Won't Bring Me Roses. Throughout, the big, lingering voice hovers over a shaggy undergrowth of guitars, fiddles, viols, accordions, mandolins and her brother Martin's gull-cry whistles and pipes. Yeah, great stuff. By Mic Moroney Osna (Celtic Note Records)Riding in on a wave of PR, this young shower from Mayo lash through the sessions with great force and clarity as they knuckle-dust tunes to attention. Johnny Towey drives the button accordion, Padraig Lavin the pipes/low whistles; Treasa Lavin produces some joyous Bergin-pippeting on the whistle, and Brian Fleming's bells and percussion are joined by Paul McNevin's fiddle or fine fluter Eamonn de Barra. It's pell-mell, middle-era-Planxty-departure stuff (even some of those classic tunes), with a dash of Ceoltoiri Chualana pomp on the Hag's Purse. The songs leave me colder, while the airs are musically obese. But while the jelly hasn't set, the future looks sweet indeed. By Mic MoroneyMore CDs reviewed in tomorrow 's Weekend supplement