Insects and Apples sits  firmly on the pop side of folk-pop and nods, constantly and rather emphatically,  at Kate Nash throughout its 11 tracks.  It’s a fantastically varied album  – Foy’s style takes in music boxes, harmonicas and the crack of biting  an apple in its instrumental repertoire, occasionally creeping over to the wrong side of perky.  The opening track, ‘Fly on the Wall’, is screaming  out to be a sitcom theme tune and ts Kafka-gone-wrong chorus, in which  she sings about being a frustrated fly/bee, is so insanely catchy  it’s actually quite frightening, particularly when combined with the  insane circus-act refrain.  Coulrophobics beware. 
  
 Foy’s real strength is in the more quirky and gently political of her  songs.  ‘Particular’ is highly engaging – a witty number about a seductress  who turns out to be highly neurotic, wanting to bring men home but unable  to bear the mess they make when she does.  She desperately explains that  she’s “extremely particular about my interior. / I get a little  funny in my tummy / And I know I’m a nightmare to deal with.”  Poor  lass.  ‘What You Got’ is a straightforward observation on  the empty pursuits of consumer society, which concludes “Don’t  push your luck / Just be happy with what you’ve got”.  Sensible,  but hardly revolutionary.
  
 I can’t end without mentioning ‘Apple’, which is just so delightfully  oddball.  It’s pure fantastical baloney, imagining life as a variety  of strudel ingredients in the hope of escaping the doldrums of life  as a Londoner.  Its chorus is sung, apparently, by a choir of apple pips.   Genius.  
  
7/10 
  
 Words: Helen True 
