Wow.
From the first glace of this gorgeous Ohio newcomer's debut full-length, a serous
music fan might want to dismiss 20-year-old Kate Voegele without even listening
to the disc: Hmm, she's hot – probably another Britney clone, which means
shitty music. MySpace? Where are the mirror photos? Sounds like the kind of
label you get signed to by sending in cereal box tops.
Well, not one of those fears is even close to being true. The still-in-college Voegele is a true, real rocker – there are photos of her holding a Fender Telecsaster, amazingly – with a learned pop sensibility and a much harder edge than one might expect. There's even a B3 organ on this record! Think Sheryl Crow, but with much more grit and fire.
The folks at MySpace Records surrounded Voegele with several session stars, including producer Marshall Altman, drummer Aaron Sterling, and guitarist Dino Meneghin (who both worked with Liz Phair). Thankfully, this is one of the few albums that wasn't ruined by pop music's knob-twisting sonic sadist – engineer Niko Bolas, who in the past has butchered otherwise fine work by Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young and John Hiatt. Despite Bolas' presence, Voegele manages to end up with an album that's a surprisingly personal statement. Call her the anti-Joss Stone.
Ms. Voegele is a feast for the eyes, but not for a moment does she ever become a pop tart. "Top Of The World" is the most somber thwarted love song ever to receive such a title. "Chicago" is a rocking, haunting album opener that grabs with a sterling hook and is both sexy and serious. The set closer, "Kindly Unspoken," is the only misfire here; the old "piano and vocal only trick" has only been used 500 times so far this year by the Nickelbacks and Trains of the world, who obviously don't realize the device was once used by Perry Como. However, contrast the strident final song with such worthy cuts as "It's Only Life" and "One Way Or Another" (thankfully not the Blondie chestnut) and the entire package heads for the finish line and scores the upset victory of the year.
Kate Voegele is already a finer artist than Avril Lavigne, Stone, and Tori
Amos rolled into one. Given the state of American pop music, here's hoping
this stunning and talented real musician gets a fighting chance. Don't Look
Away? Don't even try to.
– Syl Nathan
The
reference to Cassadaga — a community for psychics in Central Florida —
is fitting, considering the abstract and colorful nature of this album. Cassadaga
has a unique sound, with a hint of a country and deep, philosophic lyrics in
a story-teller style; it’s no wonder lead singer Conor Oberst has been
tagged the “new Dylan.” Oberst’s lyrics cite many religious
and historical sources, which give the melodramatic songs on the album an old-world
feel. standouts are “Soul Singer In A Session Band,” “Middleman,”
and “I Must Belong Somewhere.”
After some turbulent times, this new disc makes it evident that FATA is
back to its original fire-breathing form. With drummer Francis Mark replacing
former lead singer Benjamin Perri, the band has a new spark that revives the
sound last heard on their debut album, Too Bad You’re Beautiful. The album
rips, from the opener “Deth Kult Social Club” to “Daylight
Slaving,” where the band slows down a bit and the songs become more calculating
and deliberate. FATA brings the tempo and intensity back up on “Travel,”
and that energy continues on to the closing song “Pioneers.”
The
Lee Boys fuse contemporary R&B, hip-hop, and funk to generate a unique gospel
sound. They use steel guitar as the soulful centerpiece creates a sound that
is distinct to the ear. “Say Yes!” is a powerful opener, as singer
Keith Lee delivers the gospel as he shouts “say yes!” over the explosive
steel guitar of Emanuel Roosevelt Collier, who shows inspiration from his contemporary,
Robert Randolph.
Accompanied by teen prodigy guitarist Rich Lollar, The Lee Boys add an infectious
funk style bridge to the traditional song “If Your Happy And You Know
It” that is translucent enough to preserve the original tune. It is
a funky and uplifting song sporting a steel guitar solo. “Tribute To
Calvin Cooke,” the best track on the album, contains the rawest and
most driven sound. Roosevelt Collier honors Cooke's influence with his intense
solo and riffs that burn up the song.
– Chris Davidson