“It can be hard to write about Kath Bloom’s songwriting without drawing on a vocabulary that could diminish her. There is a nakedness to her writing, a beguiling, wondrous quality, as if we might cast her as the Mary Oliver of music.
It can be easy, too, to lump Bloom in with the great gang of cult folk outsiders – her voice, a strange, rapturous thing, lends itself well, as does her biography. Af”
