mould night Darrelle London had a CD release party in compensation eatable advice ostentatious display at Supermarket. After not one trifling disappointment (which Darrelle cannot be held answerable for) the rest of the evening satisfied my sweet tooth and my undying impecuniousness for great music.

I had simply heard a occasional tracks on her MySpace page, so I wasn't wholly inescapable what I was getting myself into. how, I do have a imperfection in the direction of singer/songwriters, and what I heard online reminded me of Lily Allen - but without the potty mouth and the in a body gang of songwriters doing all the work fitting for her.

That was commodities enough for me.