Any album that starts with a traditional gospel song is going to be either really regressive or really interesting. Fortunately Carla Bozulich's latest effort is the second of these; from the muted repetition of
'Drowned to the Light' to the twisted swing of Lazy 'Crossbones' it's not easy to see what's holding these tracks together. From the moment the needle drops, 'Boy' is a tightrope walker, teetering on the edge of chaos; everything slides together just loosely enough to avoid
falling apart.
The result is a feverish nightmare of warped Americana that will appeal to fans of
Torres or
Grouper. Not an a great record for predrinks or good times, but sometimes things are gloomy and when that happens Carla's 'Boy' is waiting helplessly for you.
