Watch Natasha Meister perform live and you’ll probably feel like a dork for ever trying to play the guitar. But listen to her album Half Way and you’ll feel better. Three songs in and you get the feeling the producer went for a low-fi sound. Five songs in and you realise that’s just how it came out. The ego and the id of Meister’s songwriting psyche are in constant conflict with each other – slow and sensitive afterthoughts of pop vs sexy and gritty blues riffage. If Half Way were better produced and if Meister’s id prevailed, this could’ve been a killer album rather than a digital business card.