It’s difficult not to be charmed by her delicate, plain-Jane, classic beauty and her disarming voice. Her solo material is refreshingly optimistic, a far cry from Damien Rice’s slit-my-wrist-while-watching-Hotel-Rwanda musical tendencies.
Still, I don’t really get what she’s doing in this video.
Maybe it’s the crazy Irish charm coming to fore. Maybe she’s revealing her paint fetish. Either way, it starts getting really uncomfortable to watch from 2:20 onwards when it descends into some bizarre bukake paint party.
Unless she starts going Jane Birkin on us, this is the closest you’ll get to seeing anything remotely lewd associated with Lisa Hannigan.
Her new album, Passenger is out now.
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