Album review: Josephine Foster, I'm a Dreamer, Fire Records
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Your support makes all the difference.This Spain and Colorado-based singer-songwriter’s wavering ethereal voice hangs in the air like cigar smoke and is curiously reminiscent of the theremin. It’s the perfect vehicle for carrying her timeless songs, which mix Tin Pan Alley jauntiness with New Orleans swing, then throws in a dash of country melancholy so that you never know quite where you are.
Softly strummed acoustic, brushed snare, bar-room piano, double bass and just a smidgen of valve-amped guitar make for the perfect backdrop. And bar that electric guitar, this is the kind of music that you wouldn’t be surprised to hear on an old piece of 78rpm vinyl rescued from a car-boot sale (which is, of course, meant as a compliment).
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