I cut my teeth on acoustic music, though I rarely listen to it these days. So much seems repetitious, vapid, self congratulatory. The simple pure beauty of a Buckley track, the spicy outrage of Dylan, the melodic subtleties of Nick Drake, well to be blunt, it’s all been done right? Every now and then however, you hear a voice so clear and elemental, so sweet and fine and effortlessly reflexive, you’re forced to stop and listen. Off you go and listen to the folksy alt-country Nathalie Nahai.