Durrett?s previous album, "Husk," featured songs written when she was younger, but the album was released just last year; this follow-up showcases her current work. Still, not too much has changed. She still works with her uncle, singer-songwriter Vic Chesnutt, quite a bit, and she still uses a subdued sonic palette to convey somber ideas.
As before, Durrett?s dusky alto carries the day, but not so strongly that you think ?ah, strident coffeehouse folk, heard it before.? No, dispatch the word ?strident? from your thoughts at all; the foreground of these hushed songs is often as indistinct as the foreground, leaving you able to enjoy an evocative lyric (?Even what we love the most calls our ship to the rocks,? ?In the Throes?) just as much as the eerily muted tones Uncle Vic coaxes out of his Omnichord, trombone, etc. Durrett takes more vocal risks here than on "Husk," with ?Creepyaskudzu,? ?Marlene,? and ?Little Ascendent? forsaking introspection for near-melodrama as they go along. Relatively speaking, of course ? nylon strings and sad, soft melodies still predominate. Durrett works well in this idiom, and at the same time, branching out (edging almost toward crashing rock on ?In the Throes?) suits her too. This album is as swift and sure as I thought it might be. 7/10 -- Sal Addays (29 June, 2006)