Aldous Harding has never written a song called ’1984′. She has, however, written many songs of quiet strength that have been ringing through the hills of an astounded Lyttelton for the past few years. Her music has been the best thing that has ever happened to wayfaring loners that shuffle into bars at the wrong times of day.
She has been the saviour of those falling in home-cooked opium furrows. She has kept sailors in check with cheek and a strong-songed tongue.