Two years on from the critically acclaimed Stellular, Rose Elinor Dougall returns with her third solo album A New Illusion.

With a noticeable shift in dynamic A New Illusion sees Dougall looks into the abyss the millennial-burnout, Brexit-apocalypse, those impossible disappointments of growing up in the 21st century Britain singing quietly with piano, with guitar, and with a gentle fuck-it attitude.

I just wanted to sit at the piano and play, I wanted to return to something essential, Dougall explains. Theres something comforting and solid about that instinctive relationship with music, with playing and singing.

With that essential instinct, Dougall is aligning herself with the tradition of Sandy Denny, Bridget St John, Anne Briggs English women who sang with proud fragility. Theres something essential and earthy about them, says Dougall. theres something more bloody about the way they sing. Its evocative of the English sweet-sharpness of Kirsty MacColl too in the dreamy jangling pop lifted up by clear folk vocals and a minor-key melody.