1796525_750781054933610_2117433872_nIt seems as if there is an acoustic music session taking place in one pub back room or another almost every night of the week at the moment. Landlord’s checklist: Beer, punters, authentic Spanish cuisine (prepared by a chef called Barry from Newport Pagnell) and young songstress/bearded troubadour with a great live anecdote about supporting Newton Faulkner. Right open the doors! Whether we have a large enough pool of acts to sustain all of these shows and at least keep them varied and interesting, remains to be seen. The up side of the situation is that at least you will have no excuse for not catching Faye Rogers playing live.


Although still young Faye has been a local live fixture for a while now and it has been great watching her develop her craft, gain confidence as a performer and build a local (and these days not so local) following. On paper, it would seem, that there isn’t much to set her apart from any of the other young, sweet-voiced girl with an acoustic guitar acts that you can’t help but trip over on any Friday night out in town these days. But, by taking her natural innocence and shy disposition and singing about the essence of young life in a very mature way she creates something truly magical and quintessentially English.


But you don’t have to take my word for it as she has just released Thunder, a 4-track e.p. which sums these qualities better than my words can.  Framed only by minimal cello, piano and her own delicate guitar style it is very much Faye’s voice that sits central to the songs. Her vocal delivery is not about virtuosic tricks, trendy Goulding-esque timbre or tremulous vibrato, it is about getting the message across, something she does brilliantly due to the inherent tenderness in the telling of the tales.


Although the music has a mellow quality it speaks volumes and when it is playing, even just as back ground music, I can’t concentrate on anything else until the CD ends. What more can you ask of music?