martyna wren

This is being touted as Julie London meets Dusty Springfield and do you know I can loosely see what they mean, it has got that self same wind blown and simplistic timeless tuneage piped in 60’s easy listening loveliness that on its appearance peering out of a radio system first thing in the morning you imagine being back dropped by colourful rainbows and a parade of chirping Robins congregating on your kitchen windowsill. Admittedly not the kind of musical fayre that we’d generally feature here but there’s something rather fetching and distracting in its almost head in the clouds dizziness and skipping through April showers effervescence that had us here imagining a flowery glad ragged Judie Tzuke fronting up the Heartstrings as they played their way through a lost Bacharach and David hymn book. Before I forget – its by Martyna Wren and the song is called ‘Al Capone’s girl’ beyond that you are on your own…..

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