Am I the only who remembers Duffy? She made two great albums and disappeared into early retirement, spooked by the hot house pressure of fame, I suppose. Well, I miss her. She has the voice of a cartoon princess, and the musical and sartorial aesthetic of a 1960’s lounge chanteuse. And she sings about love stuff in the quavering tones of a true romantic. Love stuff makes me weary, but a good love song can restore the faith, just for a minute or two. There’s an appealing simplicity to the image of a cute blonde with big hair and eyelashes, and a heart full of longing, and a fairy tale faith that purity of soul will be rewarded. I have no faith in any virtue being rewarded, but it’s a nice fantasy.