Jess introduced the rather wonderful Betty Steeles the other week , and since then Betty's sent over a rather stunning version of Louis Armstrong's classic "What A Wonderful World". A perfect way to ease you into a new week.... [See post to listen to audio]

From the crazed synth-pop of La Roux, to the operatic vocal-explosion that is Florence and the Machine and finally, the general annoyance that is Paloma Faith, does anyone else long for the day when a nice, quiet young lady will come on to the music scene and genuinely place a smile upon the face? Well, long no more readers, as today, we'd like to introduce Betty Steeles , a 28 year old Londoner who makes endearingly dainty pop which is certainly set to send feet-a-skipping. Now, one my favourite things about singer-songwriter Miss. [...]

More Christmas joy of the traditional, tinkly sing-song type today, from London songstress Betty Steeles. Naturally, that doesn't mean that it's some sort of Bing Crosby snooze-fest, but is in fact - whisper it - a lo-fi/lo-tech mash-up (indeed) of What A Wonderful World and a song of her own making. Don't let the M-word put you off: it's an undeniably curious treat. Betty Steeles - What A Wonderful World In it, she marvels at the wintry world and ponders whether brazenly pressing her face [...]

If I was in Massive Attack, or Morcheeba, and looking for a new singer, I'd choose Betty Steeles . Her quirky, atmospheric and highly charming music is a treat, her Lolita-voice feels like fur rubbed softly on your earlobes. Especially for this blog she recorded a beautiful cover of Louis Armstrong's Wonderful World. A song to play on Christmas morning, when all is quiet, when the snow is pure, when time seems to have stopped. Betty Steeles - Wonderful World

I have mixed feelings about Christmas. Having grown up Jewish, I always felt a little besieged by what I long considered other peoples' holiday. These days, as a professional culture vulture and cohost to a humanistic Jewnitarian household, the commercialism grates on me, though the threat of otherness has faded. I've even learned to live with the constant name-check of someone else's savior which permeates even the most innocuous of shopping mall soundtracks. But I have always loved the trappings of the holidays: the garish colorful world of [...]