
Ali Welford discovers powerful lyrics with chiming folk pop gems by independent artist
Her Own Recordings
02.05.25
Holly Låpsley Fletcher’s first album as a fully independent artist sees a warm embrace of the poppier leanings its three predecessors only tentatively hinted at. A propensity for sonic shape-shifting is likewise on full display – and while overly saccharine opener Hurricane is a notable stumble, the overall hit/miss ratio is a healthy one. Even so, it’s in the lyrical department that this record truly excels. Woman Like That’s pulsing synths embellish a bittersweet reflection societal norms and body dysmorphia, while the chiming folk pop gem Church (and its de facto spoken word intro, The Vision) wearily yet beautifully embodies the broken social contract afflicting Britain’s youth. Those ‘prime years’ we’re promised may be finite, yet as Låpsley’s race by, her lyrical gaze and artistic autonomy only grow stronger.