Archive for December 1996

sparsely arranged girl singing and plucking that gives me a feeling of being lost in the woods. the one that turns my crank the most is “waiting room,” that clinks along with little tiny bits of percussion and noises that remind of things elves would dream up. connie hears mazzy star in edith’s music, but I can’t really say I do. can’t wait for the LP.

I have a problem with nudity. Maybe I’m a little too conservative. Maybe I’m a little prude. But honestly, I have too much trouble getting into the shower to want to be exposed to it, pun intended. So when I’m finally ripe, finally cave I just keep my head up, look at the wall, and feel around for dirt. Usually with the lights off. But this Edith Frost. With the reassurance of a gentle kiss on the shoulder provides the resounding echo of reassurance. These aren’t light numbers… I’m completely serious, and completely thankful.

Like a waifier Kendra Smith, Ms. Frost spins delicate yarns around her acoustic strumming with a simplicity that would have (or will be) lost had these songs been released on a major. I’m not sure if Drag City will ever be able to find another Pavement or Royal Trux, but this lil’ songbird is sure to put a big "who cares" inside that dimly lit head of yours.