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I t’s hard to be excited about this record. Not because it is a bad or boring record, but because of the musical climate we find ourselves in today. While “landfill indie” may be the in-fashion phrase being bandied about to dismiss the acres of indentikit indie bands filling up the airspace right now, the situation is hardly any more spacious for female solo acts. Duffy, Adele, Lily Allen, Sandi Thom, KT Tunstall…not to mention the more esoteric Lykke Li, the resurgence of Robyn, and the relaunch of Annie. Then there’s that cartoon character, Winehouse.

Sure, to compare Jenny Lindfors to most of those names would be a huge disservice to both. Lindfors’ album is full of gentle strums and mellowed-out percussion. Hailing from Ireland, Lindfors has a voice with a satisfyingly lullaby-quality. It manages to be dream-like without ever becoming soporific.

The fact that the album was self-financed and self-produced should be lauded, if only because it has stripped away the guff, the pretension, the bullshit that albums are packaged with these days. Listening to When The Night Time Comes, it is unequivocally Jenny Lindfor’s message getting through, unfiltered by bottom-line-watching A&R types, or a too-keen-to-push-buttons-for-no-real-reason producer.

Jenny Lindfors plays ‘Timewarp’:

Maybe it’s the grim weather of the summer, maybe it’s because since the smoking ban there are no smoky underground bars where people gather to sit round small tables drinking import beers they’ve never heard of – which is exactly where you’d want to hear this record – but When The Night Time Comes is a record that feels slightly out of time. Amongst all the noise and attention-seeking antics of her contemporaries, it’d be a shame if this record was overlooked in favour of the gobby competition. If you liked the Angus & Julia Stone record, then make sure you seek this one out.

‘When The Night Time Comes’ by Jenny Lindfors is out now on Flock Music.