On her latest release, Joyce seems to have inherited more of Elis's Regina's genes (and not just because Elis is her professed idol). The music is more tightly wound and ballsier and harder - not easy and effortless but a little edgy, as in both adventurous and nervous. Her new album finds her stirring elements of jazz
and obscure South American dance rhythms into her musical melting pot.

Joyce twists and molds her melodies into intriguing shapes with all the insouciance of a whistling postman, while bamboo flutes and fleet-footed clarinets imitate the sound of birdsong.

Elsewhere, Joyce succeeds in her stated ambition of turning Lennon and McCartney's A Hard Day's Night upside down and inside out; in her hands it becomes a bluesy, Latin-flavoured drawl.

Compared to the cool glow of others, Joyce is a bare lightbulb. She swings, she rocks, and she plays a mean guitar.