i have a tendency to completely ignore the radio. i have done so for the last…i think about seven years or so now because the quality of music i’ve found on it has decreased so drastically in the last decade that i couldn’t bear to endure it any longer.
consequently, though, i miss a lot of great artists hiding in between frequencies— and worse yet, by the time i find them they’ve faded into obscurity, smothered by still more shit. the world’s ears are gummed up with rainbows and sexual secretions.
i say all this to point to an artist i discovered completely by accident while hunting for LPs in Fry’s, by the name of Kimbra. i couldn’t even tell the sex of the person on the album cover, but i liked the art. so when i got home, i torrented the album.
imagine my surprise when, instead of an indie band, i found that i’d acquired a solo artist with a voice like burning ice and honey— one of those sultry white girls with a blues to convey, and the voice to convey it. i’ve only listened to one song (i’m typing this as i listen) and already i know i want this album.
if the idea of sia and joss stone having a love child appeals to you— or you’re into female solo artists who can swing the blues— you should pick up Vows, people. i don’t think you’d regret it.
on to the next song.
(incidentally, just how far behind am i in discovering her?)