Shivaree

The ominous grooves that Shivaree creates for its tales of treachery, frustrated sexuality, and emotional defeat sound like the disjointed music emanating from a carny sideshow tent after midnight. Eerie hints of tango, girl-group R&B, spaghetti western guitar, and musical saw all drift through the disjointed soundscapes, weaving a spell...
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The ominous grooves that Shivaree creates for its tales of treachery, frustrated sexuality, and emotional defeat sound like the disjointed music emanating from a carny sideshow tent after midnight. Eerie hints of tango, girl-group R&B, spaghetti western guitar, and musical saw all drift through the disjointed soundscapes, weaving a spell that leaves one pleasantly tipsy. Frontwoman and songwriter Ambrosia Parsley’s fragile, understated vocals sound like they’re coming from the lips of a slightly bemused, eccentric woman. Duke McVinne’s guitar and Danny McGough’s keyboard textures are as minimal and moody as Parsley’s whispered vocals, but despite the low volume, this album delivers an emotional knock-out punch.

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