Listening to ‘Ghosts’ you’d think that Laura Marling spends her days prancing around in the ruins of ancient Irish castles while tootling a pennywhistle into the sky. But she doesn’t. She lives quite near Basingstoke. Still, though, this is a lovely, twinkly and twee piece of folky pop that wouldn’t be able to offend a morally-outraged nun. However, there’s really no point in you buying it at all, because if ‘Ghosts’ hasn’t been snapped up by a mobile phone company to soundtrack an advert that you’ll be sick of by Easter, we’ll eat our bloody pubes on a plate.