I first came into contact with this female singer-singwriter at the Dingwalls club in Camden, London. Like a nascent star emerging from the depth of a black hole her voice and beauty shone through the darkness of the venue. I left feeling drained, emotionally, physically, and financially. I was doubtful whether the intimacy and power of Ms Deightons songs could be translated to CD but, boy, have those studio boffins done a mighty fine job. The listener is taken on an emotional rollercoaster of a ride, from the jubilant peaks of songs such as Infinitely High to the meloncholic fragility of Be Easy on Me. The singers voice is at times intimate, others powerful, but always mellifluous. Her songs cover subjects with which we can all relate: Ideal Me (the troubles of finding a soulmate), the veritable epic Bruised (the pain of rejection), Instant Fix (an indescrible joy experienced with the one you love), Crazy World Tomorrow (erm..).
If you only buy one album this year, which is incredibly frugal to put it mildly, make sure its Truth Drug. Sublime.