Four or five years ago, I took it on recommendation to check out Neko Case. At that point I wasn’t familiar with any of her musical output, nor her time spent with the New Pornographers, whose name alone put me off to the idea of giving their music a spin. In fact, even after purchasing Case’s most recent CD at the time, Blacklisted, I was left scratching my head. It crossed genres to create an echoey, haunted, bleak universe; a fragile, still world who’s only warmth was fed by Case’s booming voice, which I do believe can melt ice and break down doors due to it’s sheer force. Yet, after repeated listens, I couldn’t get the math...
Read MoreIt’s been a long road traveled for the woman who frequently appeared sprawled out on the floor on her album covers: looking as though taken from behind by surprise, panic stricken and unable to move, to the image that adorns the cover of Neko Case’s sixth CD, Middle Cyclone, who is nobody’s victim. Sure it’s all a little bit camp, but who doesn’t envy the strength she summons clutching a sword, ready to strike, perched upon the hood of a Cougar. It’s Barbarella meets Tarantino. And it’s hot. The songs are all connected by themes of weather, animals, and loneliness. And it’s the songs that follow a more traditional...
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