As soon as I see Bristol in the bio of an artist I admire/want to pretend is my best friend, I let out a bit of excitement that somewhere I originally think of as “my corner” of the world produced something so great.

Rebecca Clements, an aforementioned Bristolian, is ideal for Novembers slow descent into freezing misery; and trust me I’m in Scotland it’s cold, really cold. Her light guitar picks and crooning instrumentation are perfectly juxtaposed with a voice powerful enough to carry itself. I’m not always a fan of overtly strong voices but Clements uses hers to perfection.