Indie

You can hear Indigo's very essence shot right through echo. It's never less, at any point, than extremely lovely; at many points its genuinely bloody stunning. You know when someone has that alchemical it, and boy: Indigo incontrovertibly does. It's not an album to have on in the background, because it's far too arresting and enveloping, commanding. She's royalty in waiting on the leftfield folk scene. Astonishing; buy