Hailing from
Auckland, New Zealand, Jocee Tuck has the sort of elegiac voice that will lead
to visions of the Cathedral. The voice has power and strength to it – no doubt
about it, but there are no obligatory confessions this time.
The sense of the other
worldly is more dreamy, rooted in a sense of fantasy coming from the delights
of nature. This is demonstrated with lyrics such as “Fly me little bird, fly me
home tonight.”
Even thousands of
miles of away, from my hovel in urban London, the small town, light summer
charms of Blenheim, the town which she grew up in, do come through.
Incidentally, the
area in which she grew up in is (according to Wikipedia) at the centre of New
Zealand’s wine country. Pinot Noir would go well with this.
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