Play it again, Sam. Play that roots music. The roots of Americana rock. The roots of psychedelic trippiness. The roots of emotional turmoil. The roots of longing for love while ghosts look on. Black roots at the base of blond locks. Crack a sly joke or two. Play it Ms. Phillips in a way that's as familiar as it is fresh. Play with friends & lovers like T Bone Burnett, XTC's Colin Moulding, R.E.M.'s Peter Buck, Van Dyke Parks. Music that runs through the spaces between notes, between electric guitars, strings, harpsichord, between the days of Sgt. Pepper and blues and country and sparse, angular rock riffs. Sing it with a voice that is almost fragile and yet seething with passion. "Together we make the perfect question, there's never enough to go around, it's a cup with a hole and the love pours on the ground." Pours on the roots of these songs. Watch this album grow and grow on you.
Rating: A: is a superb, enduring recording.