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What a lovely bright sunny morning it is, and Gwyneth is going to sing for us a song she wrote on just one such busy breakfast time, a song inspired by her experiences while nipping round to the corner shop to buy a newspaper and a pinta. 'All the birds are singing just for me' trills our Gwynnie while hopping into her small BMW to traverse the 100 or so yards to the nearest McColls, and 'My Mini & Me' is a very probable actual candidate for the next Mini advertising campaign.

The rest of the album is equally as upbeat and relentlessly, occasionally mercilessly cheerful. Gwynnie's personal favourite song is 'Perfect Fit', in fact she likes it so much there are three versions of it on this 9-track, each one perhaps inspired seperately by her own declared influences - Tom Waits, Dresden Dolls, Steve Reich - and the tonal collage of 'So Worn Out' has definite artistic flair although there isn't anything on the album that quite equals the monolithic one-chord symphonies of either Reich or Philip Glass. Gwynnie also recommends that we listen to Hackney Pirate Radio stations, although her own songs are probably more comfortably suited for Radio 2 than the grimestep scene. She's a girl with a future our Gwynnie, and the sort of lass whom you call by an abbreviated form of her first name after hearing her album twice. She'll go far.