Peter sarstedt -
Joanna Newsom-
Devendra Banhart-
Joni Mitchell-
Melanie-
Neil Young-
Crosby stills and Nash-
Mott the hoople-
Cat stevens -
CocoRosie-
Pop Levi-
Booger red-
Dogtanion-
Akron/family-
Swans-
White magic-
Josephine foster-
Tunng-
Vashti bunyan-
Vetiver-
Noah georgeson-
Nathan pelkey-
Ben jeans houghton-
The ukulele allstars-
Paul williams-
Paul simon-
Isreal kamakawiwo'ole-
King creosote-
Lone pigeon-
The fence collective-
Pentangle-
john fahe-
Entrance-
Adem-
Antony and the johnsons-
Baby dee-
Maybe myrtle tyrtle-
Ani difranco-
Alex neilson-
Alisdair Roberts-
Imogen heap-
Fionn regan-
Bob dylan-
Diane cluck-
Earth wind and fire-
Feathers-
Final Fantasy-
Grateful dead-
Frank Zappa-
Nico-
Fourtet-
Love-
Gruff rhys-
Gorky's Zygotic Mynci-
Euros childs-
Jefferson Airplane-
Why whiskey Why-
Jana Hunter-
Jennifer gentle-
led zeppelin-
Lick the tins-
loudon wainwright III-
Rufus wainwright-
Mi & L'au-
Six Organs Of Admittance-
T.rex-
Tricky-
M.I.A-
Viking Moses
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"A considerable talent, with a remarkable voice and a rare star quality" Mojo
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"I once used a girl's head as an ashtray" - Mike Lindsay, Tunng .........................................................................................................................................
"Golden has been turning heads and hearts, showcasing both the beautiful delicacy of her voice and her ability to write a killer tune." The Guardian
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"Beautifully crafted tracks, ripe with delicate melodies and intricate guitar work" Music Week
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"Odd question, do you have any tweezers?" - Kieren Hebden, Fourtet ...........................................................................................................................................
"Magic faerie dust from the enchanted forest inhabited by this precocious young maiden" Record Collector
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"Aching archaic splendour" Notion
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"Glam Folk Genius, A Legend in the Making" - NME
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"A superior piece of acoustic songcraft all round" Boomkat
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"Divine; a delicate melody glides eerily alongside Houghton's dreamy vocals" - "Folk in hotpants" Alternative Ulster
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"Mesmirising Psyche Folk" - The Independant
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"Impressive New British Folk Singer" - Uncut
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Beth Jeans Houghton was born in transylvania to a pack of albino wolves who raised her on chewing tobacco and stuffed clams. Despite they're hospitality, love conquers all and she soon eloped to scotch corner with her shiny new stalion peter Andre. Beth was his mysterious girl for as long as she could be, but sadly he yearned for bigger baps. taking the wrong end of his tanned stick she searched up and down the parisian market stalls for the biggest loaf's she could find, but alas, when she returned home, he was gone. He is currently residing somewhere in the vicinity Jordan's breasts. Beth was gutted......Until one day, she was on a family holiday with her albino wolves in buttermere in the lakedistrict. During a dispute about the severe lack of chewing tobacco Beth left the yurt and went for a late night trot around the serene lake. not serene for long though. She soon heard a splishing and a splashing in the darkest corner of the lake. She carefully began bare-footing along the waters edge to take a closer look at the comotion. As the sun rose golden over the nearest mountains, the waters began to swell and curdle, and three delightful heads appeared. Seeing three boys rise from the lake, Beth stared in disbelief as they emerged to show their glorious furry hind-quarters and scintillating hooves. 'jesus on a bike' she cried as the half men, half goats trotted gleefully towards her. 'WE ARE YOUR DESTINY!' they cried and Beth and the three forns embraced in a glorious two footed, six hooved love-in and vowed to make bestiality cool again and make beautiful music until their hooves fell off. And so began the beautiful relationship between Beth Jeans Houghton & The Hooves Of Destiny....
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I caught the last half of your set you did in June at the Lake Buttermere paragliding festival! It was one of the best gigs I've been to. Brilliant atmosphere and crowd too. Balao were exellent too.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
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