I Am Not Lefthanded

Things other people have said:

"Brimming with infectious and irresistible songs that instantly bury themselves in your head, pushing their melodic roots all the way into your brain and effortlessly flourishing." (Alternative Ulster Magazine)

"Another of those rare things that at only five seconds in you know instantly you're going to fall headlong in love with, the bitter sweet cruise controlled drive timing ’persuade yourself’ smoulders its way into your affections in a way that these days only Kirsten Hersh manages to do." (losingtoday.com)

"Quietly resplendent, self-assured and shimmering sweet pop tunes. An all-too brief evening of sublime music awash with catchy, sparklingly irresistible compositions." (Across The Line, BBC.co.uk)

"When a simple musical idea is done exceptionally well it instantly leaves the dabblers and wannabes in the shade - I am not left handed does just that, effortlessly, gracefully and with an indisputable beauty - an absolutely flawless, touching, rich chocolate sauce voice over not much more than a well seasoned guitar and or piano, no battling elements here just a smooth natural flow with touches of the gentle confident styles of Suzanne Vega, Natalie Merchant and Joni Mitchell." (The Bull and Gate)

"They have a great understated, delicate honesty to their approach to a song. Beautifully arranged, leaving each instrument room to breathe. A pitch perfect offering - it makes for simply great post grungy music that I think is very rare nowadays" (TheMutation.com)

"Songs like 'Long Goodbyes' bring me back again. The song invites the bleakness in, then pours it out again, filtered in fight and colour.
The power and pain is still there, but it feels more bearable, something transformed. It is knuckle straining against skin, a whitened face in a pool of light. It takes all that emotion, gripped so tightly, and casts it into the sky. All that is grit and grain becomes soft earth once more, scattering gently as it falls. Line by line, the song has ground it down, until the emotion itself is grounded: safe now, earthed, returned to loam. Earth to earth, and ashes on my fingers no more.
A song to hold to yourself, to sing to the north-east wind until the dust is out of your eyes." (fabulist.org)