jodie lowther

There’s something of a Victoriana ghost box pretty peculiar about ‘missing the season’, twinkled in a chocolate box wrapping, there’s a haunted under-current that waltzes beneath the softly shivered beguiled sepia of the adoring allure permeating from the cantering keys, their neo classical frail accompanied by the hush spectral of a ghostly siren-esque choral. This is Jodie Lowther fresh from her recent Quimper outing with a spot of M R James inspired, at least that’s what we take from it, open fire ghost story melodica. A perfect ethereal eerie if you ask me.

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