I don’t know what to do with Laura Marling. She is so deceptively deep. I say deceptive because look at her. She’s angelic, the golden hair and giant blue eyes, staring off above you into another world.
And she is only 23. She shouldn’t have this kind of experience, the kind she crams into her music. And she shouldn’t have that rich, soul-resonating voice.
How does she do that? It’s a wonderful surprise.
She has something of a dark edge going on, anger, sometimes forceful, sometimes subtle. A scratchy voice with lyrics beyond her years. It’s small-minded of me to make comparisons, but I can’t help thinking of Bob Dylan when I hear her sing.
But I will let you decide who she is. Take a listen: