Jesca Hoop is musician who seems to have already lived about four lives. Hoop's crammed biography includes one lifetime as a musical Mormon daughter in California in a five piece set of folk singing siblings, another in the wilderness of Arizona putting a collection of waifs and strays through rehab and yet another as a nanny raising Tom Waits' children. Currently between states of penniless artist scrounging studio time and folk popstar championed by Mr Waits and Elbow's Guy Garvey, maybe it shouldn't be surprising that Hoop's music seems to have multiple personalties.



In 'Hunting My Dress', the follow up to her 2007 US-only album, Hoop bends a distinctive voice and intricate songwriting style into a set of tracks that could sound random and schizophrenic together if they weren't shot through as strongly with her earthy vocals, like different cloths woven from the same coloured threads.



Hoop does shaman, Celtic, electropop and murder ballad in neighbouring songs, going from Pocahontas to PJ Harvey in less than fifty minutes. In 'Feast of the Heart' she is Lykke Li singing about cannibalism, while 'Angel Mom' is a touching tribute reminiscent of 'When I Die' by Lush. My favourite, 'Tulip', is a synth-tinged folksong about lost love with Hoop putting on a pantomime Irish accent. With its world music-y tinges and funny voices, 'Hunting my Dress' can sound like a safe version of Kate Bush's maddest album, 'The Dreaming'. Ultimately, there is less to like as well as less to dislike but Hoop does a great job of briefly visiting a variety of sounds and still being distinctive and appealing. In December, Hoop is booked for a London pub (@ Electroacoustic Club, The Slaughtered Lamb, Dec 1st) as well as the middle-aged Radio 4, clearly she is a person for whom one persona cannot be enough.