My wife and I are lately big fans of the parenting blog Sweet Juniper! The writers are Detroiters, they’re friends of 3hiver Jon, and they’re just funny. I even offered Dutch a guest writing gig after checking out his post on hip urban music. Anyway, they’ve got a few music suggestions on the site, very indie stuff for the most part, like Great Lake Swimmers. This up-and-coming Canadian band has a mellow sound full of rootsy influences, two good albums, and handful of music awards heralding them as the next big thing. Sweet! Thanks to the Juniper crew, and hopefully we’ll get them to visit here one day.
Clare Burson
Clare Burson is often compared to Lucinda Williams, so clearly she’s got something good going on. The Nashville-based Burson’s very personal tales, often of searching or longing, are hypnotic and gritty and completely endearing. As evidenced by the number of free downloads, she’s a generous soul as well, offering up for easy access about half the body of her recorded work. My favorites are from her full-length album The In-Between, on which her country roots are most obvious. Like several other 3hive picks, Burson’s music has been used in a hip TV show (Six Degrees on ABC? If it’s not Dora the Explorer I don’t know about it) so we wish her luck in landing a big fat record deal and implore her to remember the good old days of sharing the sharing.
Tara Jane O’Neil
Tara Jane O’Neil is a Portland, Oregon-based singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist with a gently persuasive way of convincing you that, even though her heart is breaking, she’ll be just fine. On the just-released In Circles, she continues down a road marked by folksy self-discovery, which sounds awful in abstract. Yet, filtered through O’Neil’s steady voice and accompanied by the simplest of guitar twangs and sonic experimentation, personal revelations become occasions for rapt attention. She’s especially enchanting on the new “Blue Light Room†and beautiful “The Poisoned Mine.†O’Neil is also a wonderfully original visual artist whose work—equal parts playful and foreboding—gives insight into her music far better than a few words might, unless those words are her own.
Justin Rutledge
I was listening to the always excellent CBC Radio 3 podcast a few weeks back while flying cross-country. Maybe it was the altitude or lack of non-peanut sustenance but Justin Rutledge’s live, sing-along rendition of “Don’t Be So Mean, Jellybean” made me bust up a cryin’. Here’s hoping it makes the cut for his new album due out in the fall.
Leeroy Stagger
“Everyone in this town needs to shut up.” It’s nothing personal, just that this former roadie for Hot Hot Heat has me all excited about the oft forgotten craft of the singer-songwriter. I can’t get the chorus of gorgeous and melancholy “Just in Case” out of my head. And “I Break Hearts” is a straight-up raw crossroads kiss-off. “Oooh, don’t tell… ”
Neko Case
It’s already been established (see below) that I can’t even attempt neutrality when talking about Neko Case. I’m in love with her, plain and simple. I’m married, but I think even my wife understands, or at least as much as I can understand her love for Zach Braff. But don’t let my bald adoration turn you away, because it’s Neko’s mind you should love, man. Her mastery of lyrical storytelling is nearly in a league with Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynne, Emmylou Harris, and Willie Nelson, and “nearly†only because she hasn’t been around as long. The angelic tenor of her voice, rendered with a ballroom echo, is sublime, and the stories themselves possess the exquisite detail and suspense, the juxtaposition of familiarity and esoteric conceit, of the finest Flannery O’ Connor tales. And don’t forget that, lest you complain (and, really, it’s the only complaint I’ll accept about my beloved) that the sonic similarities between tracks is a hair too close, Neko is pushing the boundaries of American roots music by night while she and the New Pornographers keep inching toward the perfect pop song by day. I’m well aware that this is the kind of adoring write-up that could come back to haunt me. Oh well. Love makes us do crazy things.
Bill Patton
Available in its entirety for free download from Bipolar Productions, Bill Patton’s cleverly fragile debut album Gets It On is looking for a good home. Part Neil Young from the “Sugar Mountain” days, part Dashiell Hammet meets Nick Drake (the title “A Crimefighter Who Pities Fools” should say enough), Patton’s sparse arrangements, with mumbled vocals and piercing pedal steel guitar, are about as emotive as you can get. Try two originals (especially “Dirty Woman”) and two covers — yes, from the Beatles and Prince — to get a handle on his unique sound and, of course, to enjoy. PS Thanks for the tip, Justin.
Elliott Brood
Neal’s been suggesting the self-described “death country” of Elliott Brood for awhile now (TT seconded the idea — thanks folks), and finally the Toronto trio has a free & legal MP3 available. “Second Son,” off the recently released LP Ambassador, pretty much encapsulates the band’s roots in an old fashioned, sepia-toned, violent world; it was recorded in an abandoned slaughterhouse, after all. Also worth a look and a listen is Elliott Brood’s debut EP Tin Type, with brown paper bag packaging and a replica handmade photo album. Kinda makes you wonder if they’ll use a Victrola for the remixes…
The Slow Break
Some wonderfully ragged and raw honky tonk from L’ville, Kentucky, for your Monday morning… It’s hard to put a finger on their secret blend of 11 herbs and spices, but Katie O’Brien’s slurred, gravelly vocals and Alison Lee-Whitney’s emotive sax work are at least two key ingredients. Finger lickin’ good, y’all!
Radiogram
In trying to decide what to post this morning, I asked Tim O. a few questions. 1) Australian or Canadian? 2) Boy singer or boy & girl singers? 3) “Radiogram” or “Horse Stories”? Radiogram took two of three (boy & girl singers and name, obviously) but I think I’ll post both.
Radiogram’s sound reminds me a bit of Blanche, the first band I ever posted here at 3hive.com. Country noir with a lot of texture, from Vancouver this time instead of Detroit — doesn’t it seem like half the bands we’ve posted this year are Canadian? Check out “Summer Song Summer” for an example of Radiogram’s pleasant if not uplifting calm (“My idea of a perfect day / would be to lie in bed and just pass away.”)