New York singer songwriter Laura Stevenson is something of a stalwart now. Over ten years and six albums in. She's a rather unadorned artist. These are songs about relationships and life's journey, played on acoustic, percussive and electric guitars in a slightly emotive, melodic and reflective manner.
This record is not going to burn many bridges. It's unlikely to be many people's favourite album of the year. Stevenson comes across as a less overwraught Alanis Morissette, a less lyrical Suzanne Vega, and this isn't a description that is likely to excite a bank manager.
But she's a craftswoman and this self-titled album is a honed and polished product. Ten songs that make their case politely but fluently. And occasionally, the best things here, burrow their way right under your skin. Clearly a nice woman. Clearly a good record.
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