Fools And Orphans is as elegantly restrained as a masked ball set in a meadow under milkwood, at dusk, most likely on the vernal equinox. Not a shrieking mandrake or unexpected clatter in earshot, just the soft footfalls of kaleidoscopic maidens gracefully dancing to sad, diaphanous melodies. Flowery, then, but gorgeously poetic, bursting with imagination and, just like its creator, a fascinating find. As soon as my eMusic subscription renews I’m downloading some more of Jo’s back catalogue – I’ve got some serious catching up to do! Meanwhile, the lady herself can fill in some of the blanks.