Candythief grew up bumping along pothole filled roads in south east Spanish sierra being forced to listen to her mum’s Dolly Parton cassettes and her dad’s medieval madrigals and Mozart in the back ofthe car. Cultural activity was somewhat limited to being bribed with donuts to going to Flamenco dance classes and listening to dogs barking in the heat of the evening. Still, she acquired a random and limited selection of cassettes (the dark side of the Moon, and They might be Giants spring to mind) which she would listen to again and again. She didn’t get into the choir at school, and was rubbish at all sport apart from running, which is the only sport that requires no co-ordination but plenty of determination. Anyway, things don’t happen how you plan them, but she’s happily doing her psychadelic prog folk thing (is that the technical term?) and she hopes you like it.