Tivel manages to capture the performance styles of my favorites: Kendl Winter's pointed songwriting and Dylanesque delivery, the plaintive tones and sardonic humor of Kathleen Edwards, and the breathy otherworldiness of Sonia Tetlow.
But sometimes there is too much of a good thing. Clocking in at an hour and six minutes, the middle section of the album -- which features a number of songs that are just well, sad, gets a little wearing. Please forgive the backhanded compliment: Tivel believes in her songs with such intensity, that listening to it all at once ends up being a little much to handle.
Tivel's clearly got a voice -- both in the literal and figurative sense. This is the start of something great.
Anna Tivel -- Official, Purchase from Fluff and Gravy Records