Right at the death of the year comes the belated British release of a magnificent debut album by a name weโ€™re surely destined to hear a lot more of in 2003. Erin McKeown is a young woman from Massachusetts who dresses like she just stepped out of a sepia postcard mailed from somewhere in the Appalachian mountains circa 1930. She sounds like a cross between a less twee Be Good Tanyas and a more cheerful Gillian Welch, and Distillation could almost be a female companion volume to such early Ry Cooder albums as Boomerโ€™s Story or Into The Purple Valley. Like those records, it leaves you wondering whether itโ€™s folk, country or acoustic blues. The answer, of course, is that itโ€™s all of them and more, with the odd washboard and yodel for good measure. McKeownโ€™s voice has a delightfully unmediated honesty, and Dave Chalfantโ€™s production sparkles with a bright, earthy, slightly brittle analogue sound that makes you wonder why anyone ever needed multi-tracking. Unlike Cooder, who was always essentially an interpreter, sheโ€™s a great songwriter, too. Memo to editor?can we please hear โ€œHow To Open My Heart In 4 Easy Stepsโ€ on the next free Uncut CD? Itโ€™s just about the track of the year.