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.
The Cardigans’ bassist has assembled a gentle disc that plays like a journal over old Parisian jazz. The sound waxes mystical, sentimental, sweet, wounded.
She uses horns, dips her toes in funky waters, and figures out piano chords to noodle in avant garde jazz. This is not the reason to listen to Ani DiFranco.
A dreamy, heartbroken, introspective album full of twangy tenor and jangly guitars, frank, wide-mouthed stuff like Tom Waits, Dylan, and Billy Bragg melded.
Haunted cellists Rasputina offer their dankly corset-ed Phantom of the Opera-esque renditions of more rock’n’roll favorites on The Lost and Found 2nd Edition.
The Ani who learned to sneer and growl has finally joined fists with the much calmer, experimental jazz and funk self she’s presented over the past few albums.