I want to know what these kids will come up with when they have their own head-on collisions with teen angst, not just tribute angst for some outgrown rocker.
With Burt Bacharach arrangements, hearts and flowers lyrics, and baby-girl voice, Paula Kelley is an alt-pop siren calling out to shaggy-haired college boys.
With the hushed commands “relax..” and “come here….”, powder-voiced axegirl Jane Jensen rocks hard, a fetishy little doll whispering over grinding chords.
The production is smooth, the rough-fuzzed guitars are sexy. The lyrics are a work in progress. Perhaps tweaking the prescription could set things right.
This is what you danced to at that club when you were so fritzed that the lights ran water and you drank yourself dehydrated. But you danced. Oh did you dance.
Driving into a setting sun, still-green trees rush by with a gleam of orange as you cruise down a winding road, summer in your hair, Fall at your back tires.