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v.4.1 :: 12.07.09
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There’s a nostalgic quality to The Liz Larsons debut Talk Like a Male Artist that recalls the great Throwing Muses and Liz Phair records of the 90s. The band showcases a smooth driving groove that is infectious and seductive with a little jangle at its heart and a strong dose of old timey sprinkled over the shimmering surface. Throughout, though, it is Larson’s quirky and compelling poetic vision that drives proceedings. Her’s is a surrealistic landscape ever shifting from cut-up collage lyrics to post gothic apocalyptic anthems, a little folk, a little blues, with the occassional dance hall reggae riffing. It’s a surprising and satisfying concoction that’s pleasing and refreshing at once but also darkly habit forming.
“A stirring & addictive amalgam of smart indie rock and Larson’s jarring poetic lyricism.” Rick Koster, The Day
“If you could cut this record open it would bleed hip-ness and confidence” Adam Wujtewicz, WailingCity.com
“Larsons word-collage lyrics, winding melodies, confident but pitch-imperfect vocals, budget-sounding guitar and appropriately garagey band combine to form its own diosyncratic thing. Larson has herself defined the rules of this game; she and the band stick to this consistent creative vision and . . . the effect is compelling and a lot of fun”. Brian LaRue, New Haven Advocate