Quite possibly the finest musical thing to ever come out of Ripon, North Yorkshire. Though there might not be too much competition. Apart from the choirs at the cathedral.
Billie Marten, she of the long straight hair and classic folk stylings in the line of Nick Drake, John Martyn and Joni. You know, the good stuff.
Billie releases her debut album Drop Cherries with just her own sweet young face on the sleeve, and countless people three times her age are liable to lose their shit. Seriously.
And why-ever not, because this is a very, very good record indeed and its release is very good news indeed. An album that's going to be a dream to market, because lets face it, if you've got an artist that looks like this, has s a voice like this and a set of songs like this, you're not actually going to need to do much yourself.
Talent talks. Do yourself a favour and listen to this talent talk. Or give it to your middle aged uncle. The one with the straggly hair and beard. He's sure to thank you for it. It should be a great pleasure to watch Billie bloom.
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