I wasn't sure if saying "a softer Difranco" was more a testament to Ani's wide swath or an oversimplified critique of Rose's emerging clear minded and clean voiced style. Then I thought "Either way the observation is true" and everyone, even us lonely criticoes, have to start somewhere. That's not to imply that the maturing Rose is just starting (this is her third indie release). It's better to say that she is coming into focus artist and into a wider listening range.
Sure she does/has in the past both here (Air & Water)teetered on the usual young female singer precipe, ie: too cute, too striving, too naïve. What that larger audience will hear is an exploring singer/songwriter not afraid to mash it up (cue the dramatic Misaligned Tires for a morphing of sound and space) or toss off a Dyalnism, "I'm a bad liar and a retired thief," with the greatest of ease (Not Not Love). A sly double entendre like "Boys caught between the devil and a power drill" (Starts With a Low Hum) shows she's thinking more than most and not worried about the her latest blog on MySpace, while a surprisingly pop delicacy displays her attention to influences with the shimmery King's Flashlight as does the Edie Brickell-fronts-the-Counting Crows folk breeze of Blind Cyrus.
If more clarification is needed, try this one: On the same day I received End of Endless False Starts I also received the mucho hyped discs by U2 (No Line On The Horizon) and Van Morrison's Live Astral Weeks. Two weeks later, she's still in my player alongside the new offerings by Neko Case and Eilen Jewell. Those other guys are up on a shelf somewhere.
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