| Rollingstones |
Being the offspring of a rock star does not guarantee kid-gloves treatment. The second album by singer-songwriter Chris Stills, son of Stephen Stills and French pop singer Véronique Sanson, has been in U.S.-label purgatory since its European release in 2006. He and the record deserved better. Chris is his father’s son in his one-man-band ways, stacking guitars, keyboards and vocal harmonies in “Flying High”—an archpop strut recalling Lindsey Buckingham’s hum-along weirdness for Fleetwood Mac—and the sun-kissed glide of “For You,” co-written with Ryan Adams. Vocally, Stills rides the high notes in “Landslide” like a brasher Jeff Buckley but shows off his genes with his darker, probing singing in “Sweet California” and his Topanga Canyon-cabaret sway through two French-language songs, “Demon” and “Kitty Kathy.” As a writer and stylist, Stills is still developing his own voice, and the melancholy in his songs blurs toward the end of the record. But Chris Stills comes with an ambition and grace that run in his family....full text |
| Harpmagazine |
| Yes, Chris Stills’ voice sounds a little like dad Stephen’s, but its startling beauty and clarity likely comes from the DNA provided by his mother, French songstress Véronique Sanson. Showing us how Pop might sound minus the ravages of an “interesting” life, the beauty of Stills fils’ voice is flat out amazing—especially effective when he shows his Continental side with “Kitty Kathy”—highlighting the influence of French balladeer Jean-Louis Murat—and Phillipe Dijian and Steven Eicher’s “Demon”, sung in fluent français. But Stills, who wrote or co-wrote 11 of the album’s 12 worldly romantic songs, is also a California boy, evidenced in the lyrics of “Landslide” and “Sweet California” and in the overall tone of this keyboard-heavy, not-quite-folk-rock disc originally released in Europe in 2006. A similar blend of sensibilities informed the best work of the late Harry Nilsson, who also seems to be looking over Stills’ shoulder, no doubt nodding in heartfelt approval. By Rick Allen...full text |
| Webwombat |
| Chris Stills is a solo artist with a great gift reminiscent of Jeff Buckley, a soft and beautiful but prominent voice. And with his latest effort, this Buckley of the new generation is certain to find some new fans. Stills manages to tie in a lot of his roots throughout the album with numerous French songs accompanying his own take on the more traditional acoustic blues/rock/folk, and it works. With quite a significant bit of musical heritage behind him (Stephen Stills of Crosby, Stills, and Nash… and Young) and best-selling French artist Veronique Sanson, its no surprise that Stills has such a great skill, not just vocally but with such a varied instrumental ability that was no doubt taught to him by his parents and roadies throughout his youth. Spending a lot of his youth in France after his parents split he moved to America where he roadied for his dad and started up his own band with Leonard Cohen’s son, Adam, but then hooked up with Atlantic records which led to his first release in 1998, "100 Year Thing". His new album, returning almost eight years later, has strong folk tones to a lot of it, but again with that Jeff Buckley feel (which is no surprise considering the drums on this album were performed by Jeff Buckley's former drummer, Matt Johnson)....full text |
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Being the offspring of a rock star does not guarantee kid-gloves treatment. The second album by singer-songwriter Chris Stills, son of Stephen Stills and French pop singer Véronique Sanson, has been in U.S.-label purgatory since its European release in 2006. He and the record deserved better. Chris is his father’s son in his one-man-band ways, stacking guitars, keyboards and vocal harmonies in “Flying High”—an archpop strut recalling Lindsey Buckingham’s hum-along weirdness for Fleetwood Mac—and the sun-kissed glide of “For You,” co-written with Ryan Adams. Vocally, Stills rides the high notes in “Landslide” like a brasher Jeff Buckley but shows off his genes with his darker, probing singing in “Sweet California” and his Topanga Canyon-cabaret sway through two French-language songs, “Demon” and “Kitty Kathy.” As a writer and stylist, Stills is still developing his own voice, and the melancholy in his songs blurs toward the end of the record. But Chris Stills comes with an ambition and grace that run in his family.