The refrain ‘you are loved because you are young’ in the opening track sets out the scene for the rest of the album and there’s a feel the show Hampton puts on is for an innocent who’s concept of reality hasn’t yet been tempered and tamped down by adult cynicism. The tales she sings have all the horror of an original Grimm tale - all ‘glass-eyed dolls’, eels that scream before they are skinned, thumbs tearing on the sharpest thorns and stuffed dogs - and her bizarre flights of fancy are the dreams of children, far more unsettling for an adult.

If you’re thinking this all sounds a little fragmented and out there, for the most part it is but it’s a sound well grounded in some classic folk singers gone by. There’s something of Nick Drake in the title track on My mother’s children and the Brighton based singer’s otherworldly vocals, sit somewhere in between Joni Mitchell and Sandy Deny.

It’s avant garde, trancy and beguiling fantasy folk with an unsettling twist evoking Eliot’s Wasteland in it’s beautiful bleakness.