Already brilliant, last night in Winchester, with a barely amplified guitar and without breaking a sweat, she came up with a shell of a new song that makes The Killing Moon look like the contrived and melodramatic work of amateurs.
If you have to sell your own mother, get tickets to see this girl-preferably the full band set at Kings Place in London. Already traumatised by this sad and strange, lilting masterpiece, when you hear this in it's full band version you will need carting out in an ambulance. I hope they have plenty of barriers and security, there might be a riot. I can't describe how much more powerful she gets with every show.
I just can't listen to my video of this song, it's almost too wickedly potent. If the Killing Moon was better then In The Margins, In Bluer Skies and Flaming Red (which it isn't) then this song would be equivalent. She is on a roll the same way the Bunnymen were during the creation of heaven up here. The day she does her equivalent of The Fountain is the day I jump off a cliff.