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R2 Magazine

        Liverpool Sound & Vision

“should be an essential part of anyone’s collection” 

“Clever, artful Folk-Pop” (M-Magazine)

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Roxanne de Bastion reminds us that great lyrics do have a place in pop music. With a nod to 1960’s psychedelia, Roxanne delivers thoughtful social and personal commentary soaked in piano & cello arrangements.

One of the most perfect voices I’ve ever heard”
(Tom Whalley, BBC6)

“Standout number…astonishingly assured”
The Sunday Times)

“If you ever get a chance to see her live – definitely do!”
(BBC Introducing)

Born in Berlin to a musical, bilingual family, she started composing and performing at the age of 15. Soon after, Roxanne moved to London, equipped with her guitar, her songs and a one-way ticket.
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