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This half-assed Paula Cole bullshit bores the crap out of me. Its Enya-esque sonic soundscapes make me wretch.
I’m not a particular fan of concentrating too hard when it comes to music
Spelling is not at a premium. Bowels will be tickled.
6 (and a bit) favourite musical encounters from the first half of 2011, around which the miscellany of life lies
Most are gigs. Music lives in open air.
The highlights buzz and throb with an uncontainable enthusiasm that merges perfectly with the pulsating music. Her talent and personality, coupled with her media-friendly childhood, seem perfectly designed for stardom.
The reason Splendour hasn’t sold out instantaneously, as it normally does, is that the line-up doesn’t justify the price.
She’s got something. Not sure what. Earnestness. Arrogance. Innocence. A capacity for self-promotion. An unblinking gaze. The video signifies, “A retelling of the Apollo-Daphne-Cupid story with a home made tree and paper hearts”. In case you wondered. (I wonder if she likes Bat For Lashes as well as Amanda Palmer? Hardly matters. She’s way more […]