Rudie Edwards has fond memories of the place she called home as a child. Dover, in the south of England: the musician and songwriter can picture the quaint town in her mind; those high school years of first loves and friendships. But she also recalls the time she spent as a teenager looking out to sea, past the beaches and cliffs towards France, pondering what lay beyond it. “I wanted to go out and see the world,” she says.

These are days she dreams of now and writes about in her music. Life is cyclical, and it often takes us back to the place where we found ourselves at first; moments long forgotten, now resurfacing. This is true of Rudie. An artist who’s learned that distance from a place makes it a little more romantic, she’s left home, travelled the world as an in-demand songwriter and musician in her own right. Finally, she’s found her creative clarity.

It has culminated in the creation of her debut body of work. It’s called Worst Ways, and those who’ve experienced the raw feelings of displacement, familial pride or broken heartedness will feel it’s gorgeous, grandiose melancholy in full.