Beth Orton

Slaughtered Lamb, London"Is this all right for you?" asks Beth Orton midway through this intimate celebration of her pioneering album, Trailer Park. "It's fucking agony for me." Orton, looking elfin yet still a forthright presence, is struggling with a three-year spell of post-motherhood sleep deprivation - and a bout of vomiting caused by a bug. Then there's the problem of revisiting a record whose blend of acoustic guitar, strings and laid-back beats created the foundations of folktronica. "It...

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