What a relief to report that song craft is alive and well in 2005. And by all indications, Eileen Rose carries the torch somewhere close to singlehandedly for the newest crop of singer-songwriters on either side of the pond. An exaggeration? Not in the least. Rising head and shoulders above most of her contemporaries whose personal musings pay no respect to that quaint notion called melody, Eileen's compositions are of a quality that should make more established heavy hitters take ready notice. John Lennon lamented that the first time he heard Dave Edmunds' "I Hear You Knocking" he was riled that he hadn't written the song himself. I contend that Stevie Wonder might feel the same way about Eileen's bittersweet but blissful "Never Be the Same." And I submit that had Elton John rendered "Ocean of Fire" he would surely find his performances of the anthem answered by a thousand flickering lights. And had Sara McLachlin penned "Saffron & Ginger" she would send audiences fumbling toward ecstasy all over again. On "Come the Storm" Eileen Rose combines Cohen-caliber lyrical gifts with Brill Building musical mastery. And the result is revealed ten times over on her third solo release, her first on Banana Recordings. So, as the question is begged by such exuberant praise of Eileen's craft, what is it that constitutes a great song anyway? According to Hank Williams a good song is one that you can sing behind a plow. Lo and behold, "Come the Storm" is fertile with songs you can actually sing behind the wheel.