Goths are sneaky, man.

Josie Field is not the packaged pop phenom her management want you to think she is. She should be in a death metal band. She should be a founding member of Massive Attack. As she sings and strums Josie Field
betrays an inner life that is way beyond the material she performs.

She starts her set in a sort of deep blues voice, which you realise is not her own once she speaks. Maybe she's tired of this material, of travelling, disappointed in the small turnout at Zulu Lounge. Sad for an excellent venue and sad for Josie, but she warms up anyway, her true voice coming through, a couple of songs in.

Josie is an acoustic pop princess with an average pseudo blues band backing her up. Only half of that sentence is true. Josie reveals herself in choice of her only two covers within a range of materials. Josie is a frustrated goth: the mad kind, the kind that obsesses, the kind you wish would obsess over you.

To see Josie Field stage-diving would be rewarding. To see Josie stuck on a stage with four average musicians who lean on her, not support her, is sad. Maybe they're attached sentimentally, but it must be stated plainly: Josie is much better than her band allows her to be.

The chorus to one of her songs is something like "you've got a hundred and fifty-five crazy ideas coming at you, why'd you always go with the safest one?" Does she realise she's singing to herself.

Don't misunderstand me, Josie even diluted is an awesome night out. But Josie concentrated seems like a more dangerous proposition.