I don't understand why Erin Mckeown isn't more famous. Why doesn't her pretty face adorn the covers of magazines, why do her sultry tones not sing out from televisual adverts? Bad marketing? Lack of exposure? I don't know.
I don't mind though, because Erin is a nice secret to have. Hers are albums which pay no tribute to any particular genre and instead focus on delivering completely satisfying songs that nod to swing, folk, pop, Judy Garland, pop-punk and most other styles you might mention. She is a great song writer, and this album showcases her lyrical wit, fine musicianship and keen sense of melody. And the ability to suggestively turn a phrase.
Her sexy side makes itself especially obvious on the euphemistic Blackbirds, in which her husky alto voice intertwines with an infectious groove laid down by bass, drums and electric piano. Sex is one of the albums main themes really, as is guilt. Le Petite Mort, 'a little death', takes its name from the French euphemism for orgasm.
Guilt manifests itself in the short ditty Didn't They?, in which the singer's secret is never explicitly stated, but then doesn't really need to be. "You in your half shirt and lies/me with the half-lit eyes/what a pair/who would ever suspect?/Mama, I'm as frightened as a girl with a secret can be". It's all rather sweetly delivered, and in this way Mckeown's songs often belie their murky subject matter.
The cover of You Mustn't Kick It Around is a clever inclusion, offering some light relief at the half way point. Not to say that the album is heavy or depressive. It's music perfect for a sunny day, or a day in bed, or most any other time really. While musically it never deviates too far from it's country and folk origins, it remains fresh-sounding throughout. I've heard it said that Mckeown's voice is grating and flat. I won't have any of this. To my ears her voice is engaging and bright and likeable. The musicians who contribute here are all talented. In particular the drumming on Distillation, when it's there, lends a vibrancy to the album. Mckeown's certainly no slouch on the guitar either. Joni Mitchell she may not be, but she sure does a good Django.
I can't recommend Erin Mckeown enough. There's nothing not to like here, or indeed on her other releases. This or Grand would both make excellent first purchases. Both contain endearing, playful, thinking-person's pop.