laura marling sneaks up on you after you had already dismissed her. this one kills with kindness, her debut album “Alas, I Cannot Swim,” is bitter and won’t sit still, and is only faking interest in whatever your talking about. But her voice skates like clean metal on frozen lakes, and the listener is the fi sh frozen beneath, watching each crack appear, wondering if it’ll all break. she’s playing in New York this summer, and i am so there.
you can stream her entire debut album “Alas, I Cannot Swim” on her website. do it.
(I’m moving back east for the summer, so no updates ’till the weekend or so.)