Artist.......: Lynn Miles
Album........: Slightly Haunted
Label........: Philo
Genre........: Folk
Catnr........: 1190
source.......: CDDA
rip.date.....: Dec-19-2010
str.date.....: Feb-20-1996
quality......: VBR/44.1kHz/Joint-Stereo
Url..........: http://www.lynnmilesmusic.com/
track title time
01. You Don't Love Me Anymore 04:09
02. I Always Told You The Truth 03:27
03. I Loved A Cowboy 04:34
04. Loneliness 03:34
05. I Know It Was Love 04:57
06. The Ghost Of Deadlock 04:32
07. Long Time Coming 05:23
08. Last Night 03:23
09. This Heart That Lives In Winter 05:36
10. Big Brown City 04:02
11. I'm Still Here 03:40
Runtime 47:17 min
Size 57,5 MB
Release Notes:
With her Philo/Rounder release, Ottawa
singer/songwriter Lynn Miles graduates to the
international stage from her domestically
well-received, 1991 indie debut Chalk This One Up
to the Moon. Her multi-octave voice and
openly-structured material bathe in a suggestive
aura that perfectly suits the concept of Slightly
Haunted. More straightforward numbers like "You
Don't Love Me Anymore" and "I Always Told You the
Truth" touch on a quasi-country-folk vibe in a
Nanci Griffith vein, heightened by the guest
harmonica/mandolin contributions of "underground"
folk legend Willie P. Bennett. But it's the phased,
echoing atmosphere of "Long Time Coming" and the
eerily cascading strings of "This Heart That Lives
in Winter" that most exemplify Miles' musical
development. The key strategic weapon in her
arsenal is new accomplice Ian Lefeuvre, who adds
layers of guitar texture that range from
deceptively simplistic to accessibly complex.
Playing off John Geggie's accomplished double bass,
Lefeuvre colors canvasses on "I Know It Was Love"
and the chiming "Ghost of Deadlock" that peel the
paint right off Mark Knopfler soundtracks. Still,
the marquee songstress can be most powerful, as on
"Loneliness" and "Last Night," when naked voice and
acoustic guitar carry out stealth commando raids.
Don't look to Miles for much in the way of social
commentary (although "Big Brown City" takes a crack
at "...the screams of sirens/and the talk of the
town/There is the smell of money/And the deal going
down") -- as the song titles above suggest, affairs
of the heart drive Slightly Haunted, although it's
a pleasure to find that you only rarely experience
a sense of "deja heard."