Katy CarrCountry of origin:England Type of music generally:Evocative/eclectic alternative pop Status:Most recent release, Passion Play (2003) See also:Katy Carr's site Comparisons:She definitely comes from a similar place as Kate Bush does, and though her material is quite different from all of these, at times her voice reminds me of Eliza Carthy, Kristeen Young, Susan McKeown, and Laetitia Saedler of Stereolab Covers/own material:Own General comments:While I can't imagine Katy Carr could exist had not Kate Bush existed first, Katy Carr is no clone. Her world simply has that intelligent, sexy, slightly solipsistic feel that Kate Bush's has. It feels like she's the only one in the world who could possibly be making this particular, idiosyncratic music. Her voice winds around things. The lyrics are blunt but the songs so melodic the bluntness plays off it. This is both entertaining and playful—and gutsy and raw. There's a sense of both earthiness and the ethereal. (Neile) Comments about live performance:One of the best concerts of the year. I caught Katy Carr both last tuesday and again last night. One word...totally freaking amazing. (ok three words...) Recommended first album:Either Recordings:
Screwing LiesRelease info:2000—Madame De Luce—MDL117 Availability:U.K. Ecto priority:Highly recommended Group members:Katy Carr—vocal, piano, Wurlitzer, keyboards Guest artists:Shimrit Atad—cell Produced by:Katy Carr Comments:Gutsy singing, powerful songwriting, this is an edgy charmer of an album. What's not to love about songs with lovely strings and tunes and twining vocals that tell you "you're pushing my boundaries" and "screwing lies / wait till you fuck another then tell me those / screwing lies". (Neile) Passion PlayRelease info:2003—Deluce Recordings—MDL 216 Availability:U.K. Ecto priority:High recommended Group members:Katy Carr—vocals, piano, Wurlitzer, keyboards Guest artists:Jeremy Vass—drums, percussion, moog Produced by:Katy Carr Comments:Kate Bush has just finished writing "Wuthering Heights." She's walking home through Camden Town, in gloaming. She sees a drug deal go down in the corner, on the rain-slicked streets. A drag queen, drunk off her arse, stumbles down the stairs of her flat, and catches a cab, doubtlessly head to Soho. A couple is having an argument outside of a Fish and Chips shop. Kate is cold, and it's getting dark besides, so she walks a little faster, ignoring the wolfish stares of soccer blokes, and brazen strutting of the strumpets. She ducks into a small Mom and Pops record store, the kind where nothing is in alphabetical order and the bulletin board is overflowing with adverts for flatmates and bands looking for drummers. Over the sound system, the Satanic babble of a shrieking opera threads over bombastic gothic organ. She's intrigued, so she goes to boy behind the counter, who's all pierced and mohawked and a bit stinky, and asks him who's playing, and he says, "Diamanda Galas." She knows that this discovery is important, an epiphany. She will never be the same, as a million musical ideas begin to take root. Further info:Email info@katycarr.com |
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