Kat Flint

Young and lost, witty and wise, beauty with bite and a hangover - Kat Flint is one of the most engaging acoustic artists around, with a rapidly growing following, a distinctive way with words and a reputation for intimate live shows radiating her peculiar blend of energy, sarcasm and indie-folk charm. Her eloquent tales of junkyard prostitutes, the end of the world and life in the fearsome crowd have won many admirers, and debut release 'The Secret Boy's Club' is a love letter to the children we were, the adults we become and the places we make for ourselves in the world.

Recorded in a living room on a shoestring, with an ear for a good tune, a mischievous sense of fun and an ever-expanding arsenal of playschool instruments (and cardboard boxes), her music is a slice of the good, old-fashioned lyrical wrapped in the home-made whimsical. Good people do bad things. Bad people do bad things. Children grow up, grow bored and grow wise. Bombs go off and we all go back to work.

The child of research scientists and the palest individual ever to be born in Barbados, Kat was raised in the chill northern climes of Aberdeen, coming of age in Edinburgh, but is now hundreds of miles from home in London and finding that splendid isolation is all the better for writing songs. She was the winner of the inaugural New Lyric Award, presented by Ray Davies and Channel 4's Ideasfactory, and spent March 2006 touring with Rough Trade's folk darlings Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman, playing 16 dates across the UK as chief tour support. She regularly gigs and collaborates with the cream of London's acoustic crop, forming part of a loose network of up-and-coming imaginative, inventive musicians with a passion for originality and substance over style and a healthy dose of mutual respect.

Someone told her she was pretty good on guitar "for a girl". She wasn't sure if that was a compliment...