JOANNA SERRAT

Cross the Verge

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Loose

Joanna Serrat’s mu­sic shim­mers with a brood­ing sonic el­e­gance be­hind a slight, al­most child­like voice. Her lan­guage is dark, colour­ful, dra­matic and oft-times strange, per­haps be­tray­ing trans­la­tion from the orig­i­nal Span­ish or Cata­lan (Serrat is from Barcelona). This is a kind of global gothic Amer­i­cana, its foun­tain­head firmly in the imag­ined spa­ces, both spa­tial and con­cep­tual, of the Amer­i­can land­scape. The 13 songs, washed in melan­choly, pedal steel and hushed vo­cals, are about loss and lone­li­ness, about go­ing on in spite of it all. At least that is the sense of it. The ti­tles of­fer clues: Soli­tary Road, Lonely Heart Re­verb, Cloudy Heart, Desert Val­ley and Black Lake (the lat­ter a duet of gloom with Ryan Boldt of the aptly named Deep Dark Woods). So, craic it ain’t. But, at its best, Serrat’s mu­sic glows in the dark­ness, find­ing so­lace in its evoca­tive bleak­ness.

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