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She’s a wonderful guitarist, taught by Robert Fripp, no less, and her words are intelligent and moving. You can hear her deafness in her voice, though it’s a minor distraction, and combined with gentle finger-picked strings, the effect is always profoundly musical, though not always easy to categorize – like a babbling stream or finger bells, or some ancient ‘60s free folk design. Nevertheless, her songs follow narratives and are written to share her stories and experiences. The title track, which also opens the album, sets the tone quite brilliantly, and just in case you’ve not been paying attention, the records ends with “To Belong” which features a lyric that pulls no punches whatsoever. In between you’ll find much to love, not least instrumental tracks like “For the Lily Grows” and “Owl’s Dream”, both of which are just astounding – like hearing a long lost Davy Graham session for the first time.
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