"Much like her son, Molly Drake's music is at once beautiful, charming, dark and pensive. The easy elegance of her lyrics belies their deeper themes of regret, memory, dread, and the sublime, crystallized as only a poet can. Her performances are intimately staged in the family sitting room, and perfectly complemented by her own piano accompaniment"
[see also, Family Tree]
not yet, probably nobody cares, or nobody cared enough to tell something. Also: nobody reads komakino.