I don’t know Jody Glenham; we met once in passing and have exchanged music emails and tweets, but for some reason I feel like I’ve browsed her record collection and watched the ash fall into the ceramics that occupy her table.
So for me to hypothesize that “Gypsy Babe” is the result of aging gracefully, is ridiculous, but it feels right. Jody, at least for these three minutes, has forgotten about confident, vocal driven piano pop and simply lets her words curl around Dan Ross’ guitar lines like plumes of smoke. The words linger, like broken hearts and deep wounds. The melody and the characters don’t try to be anything more than they are, happy to exist as warm dream pop. A simple presentation of emotion, executed nicely.
If I was being picky, I’d swap the country bridge for more thick haze, but the voice and the mood win me over each and every time.