Joanna Newsom
Have One On Me
In my imagination, Joanna Newsom lives in an alpine forest eating honey and carving sonnets into tree trunks.
And so this album comes as a shock. Lyrically, Newsom’s battered heart is worn unflinchingly on her sleeve, and you discover that she is human - not elf - after all. She gets drunk, lonely, and imagines a "room gilded with the golden teeth of the women who loved you" and "a Bloody Mary seen in the mirror". The most innocent of images is tinged with a darkness that slopes just out of view.
Francesconi’s orchestration splices sparseness and intricacy – sneaking in a piano and quick scribble of strings in ‘Easy’ before making way for Newsom’s vulnerable suggestion of being ‘easy to keep’.
But ‘Baby Birch’ is the star, so much so that ‘On A Good Day’, a perfectly good song, sounds as mundane as mud after this melancholy lullaby has broken your heart. A week is not enough time to absorb this album, nor would I want it to be.
News / Uni redundancy consultation ‘falls short of legal duties’, unions say6 December 2025
News / Cambridge students accused of ‘gleeful’ racist hate crime4 December 2025
News / Researchers find five stages of brain development5 December 2025
Music / The trials and tribulations of indie collabs 6 December 2025
News / Cambridge cosies up to Reform UK30 November 2025







