Roxy Rawson knows how to bewitch a crowd. The classically- trained musician has been bringing her unique blend of impish violin vocals to the London gig scene for a few years. Her music is beautifully peculiar; a sweet mix of classical notes and frenzied, catch-me-if-you-can lyrics interspersed with bursts of laughter. She doesn’t take herself too seriously and is original to the point of raising eyebrows; comparisons to the likes of Joanna Newsom and Regina Spektor are beginning to emerge. With each show, the applause gets louder and her name gets bigger. Having been raised in a Mormon community in Hitchin, trained in piano and violin at a Paris conservatoire, self tutored in singing ‘jumping intervals’ and ‘jazz standards’ and then joining an African Choir; it is unsurprising that Roxy Rawson’s idiosyncratic style of music is less than conventional and more than stimulating in it’s eccentricity and finesse. Violin is at the basis of all of Roxy’s music; on it she plays multiple parts. She is the rhythm section plucking at strings and ring finger tapping the body in time to her percussive vocal delivery. She strums the violin like a ukulele and uses household objects such as biros in place of a bow to create a unique backing track to her vocals and pop inspired melodies. Laughter, humming and scatting garnish this delicious gumbo of sound. Roxy has already been championed by the Independent on Sunday as the UK’s answer to Regina Spektor and her inimitable warmth and charm is discussed nearly as often as her fruity modus operandi.