Through tremolo waves, Doiron's album sounds like she's singing in the next room while you eavesdrop. She toys with distortion, occasionally fighting standard arrangements, but saving room for tiny songs, warm as matchbook fires. Not entirely original but beautiful nonetheless, her sound brushes up against you like a stray cat.
Reminds us of: Taken by Trees | Yellow Fever | Kimya Dawson
Julie Doiron: (Official / MySpace)
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