Hail, Hail, Rock 'n' Roll

There is something beautifully lonely about the way Nancy Elizabeth sings, like the mournful sound of tethered fishing boats calling and clamouring in the wind, says Laura BartonThe first time I saw Nancy Elizabeth play was at Cafe Oto in east London. I remember how she delayed the performance so her friend could return from the kebab shop, the broadness of her accent as she spoke to the chattering crowd, and how she moved from the dulcitone to the harp, to the glockenspiel and the vibraphone.M...

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