Tags: Laura Marling
An angelic, ashen faced young finger picking simplistic folk-minstrel, the young Laura Marling is fresh back from SXSW after impressing with her careless-folk swagger. She comes across care-free sometimes ignorant but it is prevalent that she has set her course. There is no hidden happiness, she has a murky storytelling ethos alike Morrissey in the female form. With her slap in the face honesty-remorse no more- too much has affected her emotions.
A formidable new talent there is no doubt, the little lady with a big sound. There is an urge of devilment within her frantic lyrics, maybe a tortured fragile soul. Tortured but compelling this literature student’s gloomy but judicious writings are before her years. Although they are brash in their exterior there is also naivety within the astute lyrical content.
A roaming soul rebelling against institutionalism, she wouldn’t have been out of place in the 60′s. She is a figure head for the new alternative-folk scene movement that seems to be gathering steam. She began playing the guitar at the age of 3, brought up on Bob Dylan and Ryan Adams. She says she writes when in extreme moods that reflex deep thought provocation. This deep thought has loed to her debut record ‘Alas I Cannot Swim’ out this year.
‘Alas I Cannot Swim’ is an acoustic country head-nodding beautifying the air with its Celtic pace. ‘My Manic And I’ has Marling singing ‘I’m Sorry young man I cannot be your friend/I don’t believe in a fairy tale end’ A young Morrissey prodigy in the making. ‘Ghosts’ again is a bio of her distrust in ‘everlasting love’. ‘Tap At My Window’ inspired by the poetic genius of Phillip Larkin. These fortify what burning talent that Marling really has at her disposal at such a tender age.
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