“Try to be understanding and forgiving of yourself. Every day is a blessing and another opportunity to start again” It's only right that Cleo Sol should have chosen a surname that sounds like ‘soul’ but translates, from Spanish, to ‘sun’. Her voice is warm, airy and bright. Her tone is soft and mellifluous. Her public presence, like that glowing ball of plasma, is underscored by long stretches of absence or self-effacement. She can conjure Sunday mornings from a lilting string arrangement, can evoke, from a plaintive piano melody, sunlight across hardwood floors, a spoonful of honey, the feeling of sinking into a hug from an old friend – or, maybe, into a confessional booth. Often we encounter the singer in medias res, appealing to her God in the face of…
