Playin’ Jain

Everyone’s a singer/songwriter these days. Get yrself a laptop, a looper and a whole lotta misplaced self-belief and you too could be the next big breakout act. It makes sense to a degree; travel as a one-person show with low overheads and you’re the ideal support act – a plug in and play band in a box – and the promoter can get away with paying you much less than they might’ve done had they booked a 5-piece indie rock band to warm the crowd up.

The downside? Well, every bedroom musician sounds the same, don’t they? Don’t they?

Tap-tap-tap-tap goes the foot. Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch goes the guitar. “1 and 2 and 3 and 4” mumbles the singer inwardly, and they fiddle with something at their feet, silence a rogue guitar line then start again. Second, maybe third time lucky and we’re off. That KT Tunstall has a lot to answer for.

Thankfully, Cathy Jain broke the mould of what it means to be a bedroom musician. Recorded in Autumn 2021, her Artificial EP features the under the radar shimmer of Green Screen.

It’s a great track. Recorded in her bedroom, it shimmers like an Indian summer, all lazy, hazy, laptop psychedelia and slo-mo melodies.

The synths veer from heart of the sun fuzz and Stylophone buzz to filmic and creeping John Barry melancholy. The langorous drum ‘beat’ is forever on the verge of falling asleep, geed up by a climbing chord progression and lovely, spaced out guitar pings. Them, and a fantastic unravelling melody that’s delivered in an exquisite vocal which falls somewhere between a sulky Lana Del Ray and a sultry Phoebe Bridgers. That first chorus, aroud the 45 second mark, where her voice swoops and overlaps itself as it swandives southwards again…I’ll never tire of that.

Cathy Jain was 16 when she recorded this. 16! Who are you, Cathy?! And where are you, Cathy? We need you back.