With her self-produced sophomore album, Mikki Brisk declares her intention to turn it up and let it rock.
Collecting the best of Americana influences, you'll hear blues, gospel, jazz and soul, as well as some accomplished reggae on the title track.
With the able support of her co-producer on half the tracks and a fantastic group of premier session musicians, you will find here a collection of songs that combine big drums, guitars that twang and jangle, and just the right mix of piano, organ, harp and horns to sweeten the pot.
A particular highlight is Mikki's version of "Heartbreak Hotel" as no one has ever heard it before, with the possible exception of the ghost of Elvis himself.
Take a listen to the following tracks, and you'll be hooked...
Moment of Youth
It starts with a bang and takes you to wistful reverie, with whisper and echo and ache. It's like a walk down the beach of your mind, evoking that dreamy bridge between what you thought you thought you were going to get and... what you get.
A pounding, powerful, gospel-inflected rocker. An anti-paean to a forlorn lover; a prayer for redemption; an absolution; all bound together in one. Let this river wash you over, and you will succumb to its triumphant, orgiastic finish.
Love & Honesty
A joy-filled display of vocal prowess accompanied by a swirl of merry-go-round guitars, this is reggae with a wink and a nod. A simple ode to the strength and trust that one can find in another, and that in turn can make one a better person.
Devil a Ride
Your mama told you to not give rides to strangers, and here's the reason why. As arid and haunting as the lonely desert highway it evokes, with harmonica accents and a guitar-and-vocal bridge to phone home about. Call your mama. Tell her she was right.
My Heart Is Breaking
With a driving beat and Heartbreakers-esque guitar riffs, this song will make you yearn for your lost innocence even as it makes you shake your ass. Like a mascara-running walk out of the club on the final night of the whole dang show.
You're Not the One
Twang and stomp, dirt and honey: this is Texas Blues through and through. The yin and yang of a hardscrabble shuffle, as seen through the rubble of a relationship gone bad. With a bucket-load of badass slide guitar runs to make it burn going down.
When you hear this haunting interpretation of the classic Elvis Presley tune, you'll wonder why it wasn't conceived as a lament from the get-go. Stripped down and spare with just guitars, bass and detuned piano as accompaniment, the vocal is drenched in echo, as if Mikki is sitting in the empty lobby of the abandoned namesake hotel itself.
Things Become Extinct
E-bow -- that's the trippy, ancient-sounding moan that forms the bedrock of this track. As the list of things remembered and lost tumbles down - out of mind and history - the song builds. And builds... Becoming an avalanche of guitars, booming timpani drums and, finally, a one-man chorus in the name of Mr. Dan Navarro himself. Haunting and profound.
Where You Been, Mister?
A soulful, R&B-inflected calling-out of a philandering lover. Dusty Springfield by way of Motown. All drums and organ as a backdrop to a true vocal showcase -- awesome pipes and defiant vibe. Sometimes a gal's gotta move on...
I Don't Wanna Have to Use It
With a big Stax-era horns punch as an entree to grungy guitars and sweet organ accents, the vocals make an emphatic statement of self-assuredness.
Any Minute Now
Surely the sweetest song on the record, but with a melancholy after-taste. A tribute to a beautiful soul, gone too soon.