I remember hearing Clare Maguire on the radio ages ago as I was driving on a dimly lit evening. I remember it well, the sounds which spilled from my cheap car stereo stuck. Intense, fragile, and captivating. I remember reading about her online. And then nothing.
It seems she and her label are now finally ready. This weekend I saw her first full band gig at Latitude festival. She already looks like a popstar.
Soulful and dark, yet still entirely accessible. It’s like Amy Winehouse getting a lesson in decency from Zola Jesus over a sparse beat.