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NICKI BLUHM
Bluhm's voice is an ear-pleasing hybrid of Linda Ronstadt, Chrissie Hynde and, when she throws back her head and lets go, Bonnie Bramlett, but it's not her voice that makes the album, it is her phrasing (or lack thereof). I say this a lot (and write it even more), but a voice is only as good as the way it is used and Bluhm uses hers very well, indeed. The simple and forthright approach on the light, soft-rocking opening track (Carousel) gives way to the fifties production values of the love song (Before You Loved Me) which gives way to the country punk (complete with Johnny Cash shuffle and Tim Bluhm duet) Stick With Me which gives way to a solid cover of a Doug Sahm tune (I Wanna Be Your Mama Again) which gives way to..... That's right. Bluhm is all over the place. The cool thing is that she handles each song with that honesty I mentioned. No fancy frills or vocal pyrotechnics for her. But she doesn't need them. She doesn't need them because she feels the song as much as sings it. From light and poppy to floating and beautiful to soulful to raunchy to country punk, she doesn't skip a beat. Of course, it doesn't hurt having backup musicians borrowed from the likes of Railroad Earth, Dengue Fever, ALO and Mother Hips (good bands all). And the production talents of Dave Simon-Baker alongside the very talented Tim Bluhm. And the magic created by the songwriting talents of Ms. Bluhm and members of her entourage. Ah, the songs..... It is hard to pick favorites here, so let me point out the songs I love due to style. Those fifties values I mentioned regarding Before You Loved Me combines an ethereal slide guitar with background vocals straight out of the doo-wop era (think The Flamingos' I Only Have Eyes For You) until the chorus allows her to cut loose, Bonnie Bramlett-style. As mentioned earlier, Jetplane is pure flashback to the days of the musical back-to-the-earth movement, chock full of the approach of, say, Cat Mother and Illinois Speed Press and Country Funk, only with female vocals. Kill You To Call is something I would expect to hear out of earlier Bonnie Bramlett, the soaring soul and gospel influences a perfect match for Bluhm's direct delivery (and those horns are straight out of Muscle Shoals. Man, they nail it!). An aside: When I first received this CD, I got a little chuckle when I opened the jacket to discover a photo montage of Bluhm and her horde, late-sixties style. There she was, long dark hair looking very Grace Slick-like, and surrounded by longhairs who could easily be straight out of that period, and guitars and amps too. Before I put it into the player, I already had San Francisco in my head, and the CD did not disappoint. There is a freewheeling spirit to Driftwood I really enjoy, the style of song going wherever the music takes it. It is refreshing. Or maybe I just miss those days, music-wise. Regardless, this album does the trick. And I'm already anxious to see what she (they) comes up with next. Frank O. Gutch Jr. Supporting the Indies Since 1969
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