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SF Weekly preview

A show preview (author unknown) that appeared in the April 17-23, 2002 (Vol. 21 No. 11) issue of SF Weekly

Though Edith Frost is now technically a Yankee (she moved from her native Texas to Brooklyn and then Chicago), the altcountry crooner still whips up folksy ballads that reflect her hometown roots. Her third full-length, Wonder Wonder, released last July, lives up to the promise of its title. Frost is characteristically melancholy, but this time around she lightens up considerably, penning quirky tracks that are occasionally downright playful. A talented singer/songwriter, Frost has always been open to experimentation. On Wonder, she tinkers with bells, violin, chimes, pedal-steel guitar, and harmonica, and the gamble pays off: These instruments form the perfect counterpoints to her expressive, brooding voice. Frequently compared to Patsy Cline, Frost bares all without shame, and in the process makes heartbreak sound so appealing that you’ll be tempted to pick a fight with your lover just to have a taste of what she’s going through. Fellow Windy City band Central Falls opens for Edith Frost at the Bottom of the Hill, 1233 17th St. (at Missouri), S.F. Sarah Dougher and the Court and Spark are also on the bill. Admission is $10; call 621-4455 or go to

SF Weekly review

A review of my first EP by James Sullivan that appeared in SF Weekly (San Francisco, CA) sometime in August 1996…

This four-song EP provides a voyeuristic glimpse into the innermost sanctum of songwriter Edith Frost, a silvery-voiced Austinite-turned-Brooklynite with a few insecurities to work out. Though Frost has hearned her keep in a variety of country and rockabilly bands, her spare, compelling songs don’t need the kind of help a melodramatic pedal steel guitar or upright bass would provide. Indeed, her striking demo tape — with one exception, it’s nothing more than a rudimentary, buzzing guitar and her eerie doubled-up vocals — was enough to convince the folks at Drag City to press the recording as it was.

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