Sera Cahoone picked up the drum sticks at eleven, was playing blues bars at twelve, and working sessions with bands not long after. The guitar soon followed, as did her knack for open-hearted songwriting. Oh and lest we forget the self- discovery of a voice that hums with real emotion.
She’s a country girl, Colorado being home, Deer Creek Canyon (as in the title) to be precise. And this record, her third long-player, often bares a longing to return to the Canyon (where her mother still lives).
Musically it might not whip up a whirlwind, and some tracks may feel a little easy-going at times. But with Cahoone at the helm the glow of integrity is ever-present – constantly lifting the record beyond the american-folk by-numbers to a more intimate and believable haven. The spirit in her songs, and the talent in her delivery, allows this record the time it needs to grow. And just when you least expect it there’ll be a moment or two that will break your heart – check Naked for starters.
Listen, I’m always game for an Alt-Country bashing session same as the next reviewer. But Cahoone swerves the cliche for the soulful, handing us a record that creaks with authenticity, and warms the spirit like a setting-sun.