With a guest list worthy of a Paddy Moloney project, this is an album which, on the face of it, could have sunk beneath the pressure of too many big names, too many egos jostling for position.

But Shannon’s never been known for her ego. Ever the effacing performer, she’s shared stages with the great and the good, but always managed to keep the perimeter of her own fence wide enough to accommodate an eclectic range of styles and rhythms. And in the august company of Steve Earle, John Prine, Jackson Browne, and Carlos Nunez (among others), her playing still manages to steal the show.

Kickstarting with ‘Costa De Galicia’, Shannon’s box playing reveals even more subtle and lithe aerodynamics than before – which is quite something, considering her renown for deft fingering and rhythmic trip hops that defy description.