Laura Veirs - July Flame reviews
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 Were you the first to tell your friends about Neko Case's Middle Cyclone in 2009? Female-singer-songwriter fan, your work is not yet done! The extraordinary Laura Veirs — a punk rocker–turned-underrated pop folkie — should inspire fits of similar evangelistic passion. Always in touch with the natural world, Veirs' new album July Flame sends us on hikes through dreamy landscapes evoked by her uniquely tangy voice, casting minimal instrumentation in glistening arrangements to captivate the melancholy imagination. If sofa-size paintings of the Pacific Northwest could sing, they'd sound like this...full text |
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| Pastemagazine |
Laura Veirs’ seventh album, set for release in the blustery throes of January, takes its name from a kind of peach that finds its way into farmer’s-market bins in the hottest weeks of the year—a peach, the story goes, that cured her of a nasty bout with writer’s block one steamy Portland afternoon a few summers back. Still, it’s hard to imagine a better soundtrack to the chilly months of wood smoke, crackling leaves, deep Vs of geese honking overhead and squash simmering on kitchen stovetops than this collection of heady, steady, pensive songs. Fall is a time to hunker down, to hoard warm memories of spring and summer as a balm against the coming winter winds, to sift through what’s been and wonder what’s to come, and Veirs does this better than almost anyone.
July Flame is a feel-good record of the oddest sort, a melancholy meditation on happiness and its delicate transience. Early on, Veirs teases out her own temptation and desire. First cut “I Can See Your Tracks” is a lovely exercise in self-restraint (“Oh, I can smell the smoke / From your fire, babe / But I’ll leave you alone / And sleep in this lonely cave”) followed by the title track, its synth-hazed choruses of “Can I call you mine? / Can I call you mine?” reaching out for something—anything—just beyond her grasp. Later, on “Little Deschutes,” when Veirs wonders, “Why care about yesterday’s haze / When the stars above are all ablaze?” it feels less like rhetorical supplication than a prodding note-to-self, a would-be mantra....full text |
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| Guardian |
Laura Veirs makes thoughtful, folk-tinged, quietly rapturous albums that inspire effervescent reviews, but tend to sit in a neglected corner of the CD cabinet, rarely touched. July Flame is her seventh, and parts of it are so extravagantly beautiful that it will send you scurrying back to its predecessors, particularly 2004's Carbon Glacier. Recorded at home with new partner and long-time producer Tucker Martine, it has such an unassuming, homespun quality that you're constantly surprised by how expansive and richly textured its songs are. There are intricate string arrangements, crashing timpani embellishing Silo Song, burnished backing vocals from My Morning Jacket frontman Jim James. Wide-Eyed, Legless darts about like a hummingbird, Veirs's vocal and guitar performing a courtly dance with Eyvind Kang's sinuous viola. The tapestry of sounds is so mesmerising, it more than compensates for the odd gaucheness
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