Its funny what you find in Mojo some months...

Some seventeen years since she disappeared under the leaf mould of obscurity, one time songstrel Misty Waters , rises, like an unusual fungus, with her retrospective collection of not only her greatest work but also, unusally some of her worst.

Opening with the haunting strains of, 'Geraldine, its just a Giraffe' , Reflections promises such magnificence, that the listener can only wait, trembling with anticipation for which aural delights will follow, it is then unfortunate, that what comes next is something of an anti climax. The yowling and yelping that one woman can pass off as musical talent, dear reader,is initself nothing short of an accomplishment, though, one finds oneself longing, that she would follow through with her declaration that " I fear my life must end, hand me a shot gun, I'll fill me guts with lead".

Early interviews with Miss Waters, suggested she would follow in the serendipitous footsteps of the greats, her influences cited as Mary Queen of Scots and Nena (of 99 Red Balloons fame) have oft inferred she was capable of producing work that was not only upbeat, but that may evoke the struggles and slow rise to notoriety only a truly marshmallowous folkie can acheive. Whilst certainly her work has a unique quality,its not for the faint hearted, or indeed the hearing.

Breif highlights crop up, within the 89 song collection, 'Homicidal Maniac with a mince pie' being memorable if nothing else, and its novelty value secured it that all elusive Number One spot, at Easter 1990. Ardent fans of Misty,will no doubt be prepared to part with the £9.99 price tag, curious explorers of the world of truly dire music may be better, saving their cash and wating for the rumoured promotional offer coming this July, and collecting either 72 tokens from 'Ready Brek' boxes, or sending 12,000 leaves with a postage stamp directly to Ms Waters, who firmly believes she will be able to guage a persons address by the film of grime coating the stamp, along with the chlorphyll concentration of the assorted leaves.

Whilst sometimes, reader, we welcome artists back from the bowels of obscurity, in this instance, we wish the songstrel a long and happy life,in which, we hope she can find the kindness to end her musical career, and return to her life of weaving sandals from Orangutan hair, a career that see's her safely out of reach of humanity for several decades at a time.

Out of sympathy, we have ranked her album below.


"absolute shite, worthy of one star,in the vague hope it implodes, taking this monstrosity with it"