Elena Tonra has a wise, bitter tongue. “Run, run, run, run” she quivers with a sharp pace, contemplating the idea of the decaying of the state of mind; the last steps.
The melancholic acoustic chords and the feathery touch of Tonra’s vocals might hint at a whole lot of innocence, but delve into ‘Run”s words and you discover one of the most sore, pessimistic songs for some time. It’s wonderful for that very reason.  

Daughter/ Elena Tonra is from North London and she’s very special indeed. Just click that play button above and you’ll see why.