Leave the dinner to burn, let the children screaming out in the hall, turn on the lights and open your curtains.

When is it 'aeroplane', and when is it 'airplane'?

The Netherlands is not exactly a musical hotbed.

Known for their DJs and lots of Europop, what very few outside the country realise is that Holland is home to a bounty of one of my favourite things. Chicks with guitars.

Leading the way for years has been Anouk. Love her or hate her, and 9 years on I'm still undecided, Anouk is as much a part of modern Dutch culture as weed, prostitutes filling tax returns, and saying 'fuck' on breakfast time radio shows.

She sports a mean tattoo, has a chest worth maiming your fellow man for, and owns a stage like no other Dutch singer.

Recently, on my way to work I heard an interview on the radio with another Dutch female singer I had never heard of. She proceeded to give the following live performance as a tribute to a friend she had lost just a short while before.

I was instantly caught up again in one of my 'talent crushes', Sanne Hans (a.k.a Miss Montreal) just oozes sex appeal, a real look, husky voice, and a talent that amazingly hides the fact she speaks with a pronounced stutter.

Long live chicks with guitars.