The unnervingly grown-up Alas I Cannot Swim is the result, and if it doesn't install her as the heir to the likes of Devendra Banhart, there's no hope for folk-pop.
22 Dreams is a triumph of the most unexpected kind.
Portishead's third album is initially more a record to admire than to love, its muscular synthesisers, drum breaks and abrupt endings keeping the tension high. But after several listens, Third's majesty unfurls.
It revels in its sparseness, layering Vernon's high vocals and gentle guitar lines over and over like soft webs of regret.