Music

She must have some weird mouth, Jolie Holland, what with the way she pulls her lips around straightforward words, stretching them beyond recognition, like some jazz-folk hybrid of Johnny Rotten and Gillian Welch. Holland sings like a ’30s diva, breathlessly melding swing, jazz and folk, and pulling off the kind of trick that would be horribly winsome in the hands of, say, Katie Melua. Here it sounds as perfect as Pimms on Primrose Hill in May. Gorgeous, ghostly and weird.