Dolorean
You Can t Win
Beachcomber Blues
Buffalo Gal
What One Bottle Can Do
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My Still Life
Al James s affinity for seat-of-the-pants recording lives on in Dolorean s fourth album, a browbeaten collection of broken bonds and career setbacks that, over a single winter recording weekend, became inverted into yet an.
more »other ear-tingling folk-pop gem for the Portland, Oregon, singer-songwriter. The piano- and guitar-based band is essentially a forum for the barren and lingering compositions of its erudite leader, and James takes great pleasure in both its minimal backing and studio time that is organic and free. And not unlike on previous records, his gentle, nearly undecipherable voice lines up in lockstep with the absorbing comments and questions that begin his songs, such as Heather, I m on a plane that I pray won t get off the ground (in the yearning waltz Heather Remind Me How This Ends ) and How can you fall in love with the target when
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Some would argue that most albums, by default, are heartbreak or break-up records. The bitter tang of a relationship’s end, the cruel stomach-twist of the just-discovered betrayal, the fading memory of a once blooming love now withered brings to the fore the songwriter’s skills, focusing talent, redoubling intensity as they deal with personal disaster through song. The lost love song, even more so than the love song, is the most valuable hard currency of recorded music.
On
Sharon Van Etten’s follow-up to her indie-star-studded and often beautiful breakthrough record
Tramp, her mind is not necessarily grappling with the end of something. No, harder, she appears to be attempting to catalogue the sins of a horrifying, abusive relationship while still neck deep in the situation, attempting to find hope, to glimpse a future while desperately trying to stay afloat.