Reminded me of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Go Your Own Way’ at first and I put that down to the playing rather than the singing which takes ‘I’m Not A Writer’ down a different path altogether. And it is rose lined journey from my perspective too as Oslo’s Ea Othilde turn the screw on that soft opening to give us something akin to a PJ Harvey belter from the 90’s. There is edge to proceedings but a thread of tenderness so it never feels like we are going to be bruised by the experience. KH
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