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| Tinymixtapes |
 At this point in her career, Julie Doiron has already long disproved F. Scott Fitzgerald’s adage about there being no second acts in (North) American lives. Since the breakup of her ’90s lo-fi pop act Eric’s Trip, Doiron has quietly built an unassuming, singular body of work. But her pace hasn’t ever slowed; intentionally or not, she’s positioned herself as an elder stateswoman of indie rock. Elder might be a cruel (even misogynist) qualifier for a woman shy of 40, but the maturity and levelheadedness of her work is indicative of an artist gaining perspective with age. With each passing album, Doiron seems to further refine the reoccurring themes of her work, to the point where each new album is arguably more relevant than the last.Indeed, Doiron’s latest album I Can Wonder What You Did With Your Day continues in this fashion. Although lacking the dramatic tension of last year’s Mount Eerie collaboration Lost Wisdom, the album makes up for that loss with an understated, observational voice that commands attention through simplicity and unadornment. Nothing on the album is particularly complex or ambitious in the traditional sense. Rather than make broad statements about the nature of modern existence, Doiron takes an authorial approach, crafting brief but potent vignettes about bikes, minivans, and lovers walking through small towns. And despite the banality of the subject matter, Doiron displays a clear and tactile joy derived from these menial, daily details....full text |
| Nowtoronto |
| It’s a rare and amazing thing when an indie musician finds ways to keep chugging along on her own steam for years and then releases an album that brings together in the most powerful way everything she’s learned. Moncton singer/songwriter Julie Doiron has accomplished this with her eighth album, which finds a happy medium between her sludgy Eric’s Trip past and the confessional vulnerability of her Broken Girl days. This new Julie is confident and buoyant, rockin’ yet peaceful, blissfully singing her lungs out. The songs remain straightforward and small – most are under two minutes – yet they come across as complete. Former bandmate/boyfriend Rick White adds exactly the right amount of production: a little echo here, some harmonies and squealing guitar there. Otherwise, it’s Julie singing about dreams, comfy beds, good people and how nice it is to come home after getting lots done...full text |
| Popmatters |
| Bookended by the almost self-explanatory “The Life of Dreams” and “Glad to Be Alive”, Julie Doiron’s latest could hardly be more different from her recent, emotionally devastated and devastating work. A writer of intensely direct and personal songs (who also manages to be artful and moving rather than banal), Doiron continues to chronicle her life’s ups and downs with exacting detail and honesty, while moving further in the electric direction promised by 2007’s Woke Myself Up. Working as a trio with Fred Squire and Eric’s Trip bandmate Rick White, Doiron sounds looser and more playful, in addition to considerably happier. All three swap the primary instruments of guitar, bass, and drums throughout the album’s terse 12 songs, and the results are lean and bracing. After the brief “The Life of Dreams”, in which Doiron’s voice and guitar are abetted only by a soundtrack of field recorded bird songs, the album launches into the Squire-penned “Spill Yer Lungs”, whose plugged-in power chords lurch uncannily like Black Sabbath. But though the two songs seem dramatically different on paper, a pastorally-rendered acoustic number and a thunderous rock song, they sound perfectly natural together, bound by drier than dry production and Doiron’s distinct timbre....full text |
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