It all began in Dunedin, and it all made sense in Christchurch. Writing songs with authority and a sure handle on the nuances of her craft. Her guitar playing swings and her lyrics argue for a personality which is sharp, sympathetic and observes the poetry in small moments. Her songs serve as sardonic litanies to the soul sucking, crushing minutiae of the everyday. She is Violet French, and she waits for no man.
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