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ASTRID WILLIAMSON
"Here Come The Vikings"
(One Little Indian)
From her beginnings with the British band Goya’s Dress, Astrid Williamson has established herself as a seductive and sensitive vocalist whose flexible voice can soar to ethereal heights. Her previous work, particularly 2006’s "Day of the Lone Wolf," has tended to be lush and melancholy. But on her fourth solo album, "Here Come The Vikings," she often rocks out — to mixed success.
On the one hand, the jangly pop of "Sing The Body Electric" and the rumbling, reverberating "Slake" work well, as do the Tori Amos-like piano ballads that are more typical of Williamson’s prior work. But the buzzing "Shut Your Mouth" seems a willful ploy for modern-rock airplay, and Williamson’s weakness for lyrical cliches disrupts several songs. It’s hard to overcome awkward lines like "They say a little information can be a dangerous thing / but first impressions seldom are proved wrong," and "Falling Down" doesn’t.
— Steve Klinge, The Philadelphia Inquirer
DAVID SERBY
"Honkytonk and Vine"
(Harbor Grove)
If you didn’t surmise from the title of his new album that David Serby is from Southern California, then the music should provide more of a tipoff. Like his earlier work, it’s a classic style at the intersection of Buck Owens’ Bakersfield twang and the progressive traditionalism of more recent artists such as Dwight Yoakam and Gary Allan.
Serby manages to bring a fresh voice to it all, and why not? His life could be a country song — or several: put up for adoption at 6 months, a bad early marriage, finding out his biological father was also a country musician. Singing in a dry tenor, he digs into age-old country themes in crisp, catchy fashion, from revving up the barroom bonhomie with "Permanent Position" ("sittin’ in this honky-tonk ...") to wallowing in heartache with "I Only Smoke When I’m Drinking." Serby didn’t turn to music until after he hit 30, but this late bloomer has obviously found his calling.
—Nick Cristiano, The Philadelphia Inquirer
DIANA JONES
"Better Times Will Come"
(Proper American)
The hopeful note of the title song, which leads off Diana Jones’ new album, seems at odds with much of what follows: an adopted child (like herself) seeking family, a trapped miner expressing his love for his wife in his final hours, an abused wife threatening vengeance, a lament for a ravaged Appalachia. But it turns out to ring perfectly true, one element of the rich emotional tapestry that Jones weaves through this spare, spellbinding set.
The simple acoustic arrangements and Jones’ even, low-key delivery evoke old-time folk and mountain music, linking Jones to a long tradition. But with the brilliant economy and literate grace of her writing she creates vivid, breathing portraits, bringing out eternal truths that make this ancient style still resonate powerfully.
— N.C.