As the vocalist in Nineties trip-hop duo Lamb, Rhodes proved herself a grand mistress of melancholia, and though she's since headed folk-wards in her solo guise, her mood remains unlifted.
Sombre, spectral and decidedly Nick Drake-ish, her third employs spare interplay between finger-picked guitar and strings as a backdrop to hard-won reflections on life, love and loss. Her tremulous burr is predictably affecting, but you only wish her melodies resonated quite as strongly as her emotions.
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Comments