Drawing on a diverse palette that extends from jazz, reggae and dub to the late 70s/early 80s punk and indie obsessed over by her record-collector stepdad, her compositions have always been both soulful and innately defiant. She is a refreshingly frank storyteller, recounting compelling, real-life encounters, be it feeling wildly out of place at boujee dinner parties (‘Monty Python’) or the surreal date she had taking shrooms at a safari park (‘Costa Del Margate’). On ‘Woah’ she uses a wild trip to L.A. to reflect on her journey so far, and finds her uttering in disbelief, “How did a little town kid / Picky afro that didn’t fit in / Make all of this from her bedroom / Never should have doubted.”
Inspired, and more determined to push boundaries than ever, Connie’s next chapter promises to be even more exciting than the last.