James Vincent McMorrow

His name may sound like he's a Victorian poet writing sonnets in his attic, but he's actually a singer-songwriter from Ireland. His voice is refreshingly gentle, so much so that the wind could carry away his words at any second. The notes melt into each other, leaving you wishing that they lasted longer so you could savour them. If  you'd like comparisons (which I hate but seem to use frequently) he's a cross between James Blake, and the rustic, folkier cousin of Justin Vernon. Most importantly, he's a beautiful storyteller. Granted, anything he sings sounds good anyway.