Amazon.co.uk Review
Often mentioned in the same breath as Nick Drake, Liverpudlian folksmith Kathryn William's debut album comes hushed in the same otherworldly mystique as Drake's
Bryter Later or
Pink Moon, a world away from the kooky clichés of the lucrative singer-songwriter market. Williams is a fiercely independent artist; it's entirely possible that
Little Black Numbers would exist, were it not for the unsolicited enthusiasm of the press and the strident patronage of a small, but perfectly formed cult-following. It's easy to see why Williams inspires such adulation, though--
Little Black Numbers is warm, unforced, and straight from the heart: "I used to follow you around in a casual way/ Miss good shows on the radio/ Just to see your face", sings Williams, breathlessly infatuated, on "Stood". Tender, never sparse--Williams employs a mini-orchestra of double-bass, cello, saxophone, and a myriad of more exotic percussive instruments--
Little Black Numbers is the soundtrack of love lost and love found. Hold it close. --
Louis Pattison