
Perfect distraction: Róisín Murphy’s Incapable
Music goes silent when I get ill. Beats replaced with balsam, nightlife replaced with Night Nurse. Thankfully I’m on the mend – aided and abetted by my queen of the dancefloor Ms Murphy as she delivers another slice of magic so healing the lurgy spell I’ve been under is banished far away. Regardless of the occasional hacking cough in rhythm to her Skint beats obviously. … Continue reading Perfect distraction: Róisín Murphy’s Incapable