The sentiments to some of the songs on this Canadian singer-songwriter's debut strike me as dubious in the extreme.
The most obvious example comes with the lines: "I'll be the ground at your feet, Come on baby walk all over me" on Not A Songbird.
Worryingly, nothing in the song suggests she's singing this with her tongue in her cheek.
Whatever happened to sassy women who call the shots?
She sings of feeling the heat on Casanova yet reaffirms the curious passivity "I'm just as weak as I look".
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She calls her sound "wild-crafted soul-folk and, while Banjo and pedal steel backing, identify it as Alt.country /Americana comparisons to Gillian Welch and Neko Case are way off the mark.
Dow's songs simply aren't in the same league and her voice doesn't have the same earthy resonance.
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