Harriet Wheeler of The Sundays had such a charming, contemplative, melancholy voice. Every song she sang it was like she could see the beauty of the world but knew deep inside herself that she could never participate in it. She was like Morrissey if he were smarter and better and less of an utter prat. And she was like the one on the fated quest to save the kingdom who is so traumatized by what she’s seen and done and been forced to know that she can’t enjoy the peace she’s won.

And in the photo at the right, she has really tall hair.