Broussard's bio opens pretty much like all of our bios do: "i was an egg, then i was fertilized, then i was born." What she fails to mention is that unlike most of us, she was born to write catchy hit singles. That biological trait is in full bloom on the first three tracks of her third full-length release, Masquerade, as one listen to the irresistible and irrepressible Shoot The Moon", Satellite, and the kick off title track readily and rockingly prove. Add the rousing closer Hipster Bitch a chunky, Stones' riffin' kiss-off ("It's hard to hate that ass and those lips") which would be the Single of the Year if the smarmy Grammy echelon had any ears, conscience or heart, and the deal is sealed.
But, with the exception of Something True, it's what falls in between those kick ass singles that makes Broussard a delightful work in progress. Ostensively rooted in a contemporary '80's daze, (how's that for an oxymoron—contemporary 80's?) the inbetweeners go nowhere, and I say this despite the clear
hard fact that her voice—a bright chimey instrument full of quirks and nuance—compels you to listen even to her considerably lesser offerings.
The buzz around Broussard (she has worked with several top notch producers; her songs have been featured on network TV's Joan of Arcadia* and Men In Trees and is now playing in New York and along the East Coast) is richly deserved. I'm just hoping she can really settle in and move from grassroots cult to something larger.
Edited by: David N. Pyles
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