This made me think “so that’s where music is going.” Like many of her albums, there’s enough that’s familiar in the music to get your bearings but then you realise there’s something subtle going on with P J’s voice, the arrangements, the sound and you’re wandering down a completely unfamiliar path. And a good thing too, I say.
There are shades of the relatively mellow predecessor Stories...., like the single from the album, Shame, but there’s also some six-cylinder ranting and a couple of gentle tracks to end. The rough stuff really stood out on the first few plays but now it all seems to fit together. Apparently, she listened to lot of Russian folk music before the recording, on which she plays just about everything herself. Where next?
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