2007 has been a fantastic year for singles. A glance at my iPod's 'Best Of 2007' playlist reveals great work by the likes of Cold War Kids, Feist, Sarabeth Tucek, The Troubadours, Operator Please, King Creosote, Cherry Ghost, Candie Payne, The Hours, David Vandervelde, Glasvegas, The Draytones, Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip and even Groove Armada.

However, just occasionally a record stops you in your tracks. Maybe not immediately, in this case, but definitely around the 2 minute mark.

Remember the first time you heard that metallic 'clunk' on Radiohead's 'Creep'? Or the rattly balalaikas on Portishead's 'Sour Times'? Well prepare to be spellbound by a 22-year-old from Wales who, until earlier this year, was still working in a shop yet somehow conjures the indefatigable spirit of Marianne Faithfull and Ronnie Spector.

My only worry is that this record is already overexposed; that its creator will never be able to live up to its promise. But, for now, enjoy an ode to one of the less salubrious areas of the Wirral in the company of Duffy.

(And do post if you think I'm getting carried away.)