I suggest you do all you can to beg/borrow/steal Devendra Banhart‘s Rejoicing in the Hands.

Imagine if you will the sweet roughness of Will Oldham with the old touch of Marlene Dietrich. Yeah. Think about that. Sparse arrangements, often just Devendra and guitar accent his odd and often beautiful and melancholy lyrics. There is a waver in his voice that evoke the best of the old blues singers, but his phrasing is straight out of a 1940s cabaret or a smoke-filled movie.

It should be noted that his music belies his twenty-something years on this planet. Enjoy.