Stella Schindler’s list of 11 songs runs a bit long, but her above-average voice brings to mind an evening of making your own pasta sauce with your girlfriend. It’s clearly a bonding activity, but when Ragu is $2 a jar, isn’t there a better way?
The music reminds one of early 2000s female-front mellow indie rock, such as the Softies’ rockier stuff. The lead singer is an octave lower than the Softies, but it has vocal range, and sometimes that’s more important.
“Broken Glass” and “Distant Hum” are slower tracks but are simple and efficient. “Simon Montgomery” sounds like a Lisa Loeb song. “Death Valley” is about as country as that Jack in the Box ad, which is to say it has midgets and is not as entertaining as you’d like it to be.
The tracks have a natural progression to them, so three cheers to Schindler to putting thought into this. The country parts are definitely entrenched in the middle tracks. You’re then listening to a waltz called “Walk a While.” This has the best singing on the album. Yeah, I still call it “singing.”
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