Like a textile artist, Flora Hibberd weaves layers of meaning into her music. Born in London, she has called Paris home since the age of eighteen. As likely to veer into guitar or synth-driven pop as to take up a 17th century traditional, the songs pulse with surreal allusions and mundane emotions, a tapestry of everyday life shot through with cosmic signs. Hibberd sees her songwriting as a walk in a strangely familiar neighbourhood, revealing and reveling in the oblique and the mystic.