Lindsay Katt’s ethereal voice and introspective nature have found a place in the music business!
She is a new name in the landscape of female singer-songwriters. Her style however, is entirely her own.
Self taught, in the mountains of Montana, she developed her own unique style, taking chances with her sound and her lyrics. The resulting melodies are haunting, uplifting, poignant and quirky.
Filling Venues in NYC like “The Cutting Room” and “The Knitting Factory”
The quality of her music resounds in the endless support of her fans.
Lindsay is so excited to finally share the product of her hard work; "Picking Out Boxes" (mastered by legendary engineer Greg Calbi)
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The Dallas Morning News
A bold debut by a singer named Lindsay Katt
On Pearl Harbor Day early last month, I found myself stuck in Abilene, Texas: My 12-year-old had a tennis tournament. Tennis parents know all too well that such marathons often end late, and when they do, you're exhausted, not to mention how the kid feels! So my boy and I were cruising the lonely streets of Abilene, late on a Saturday night. Turned out to be one of the best drives I've ever had. As the little guy snoozed in the back, my mind drifted to the sounds of Abilene's National Public Radio affiliate, which was playing music. But not just any music. Unlike the sheer gar-bage heard on commercial radio these days, this was good music. Passionate, beautifully written acoustic music by artists whose names you have yet to hear but will (I hope). And this one song comes on ... and it's the kind of song that drives you crazy when you hear it because you have to hear more -- is there an album? Where can I buy it? What other songs has this amazing artist done? Who is this person anyway?
Photo: Lindsay Katt, whose debut album is a keeper
I made sure to get the name ... Lindsay Katt, a name I promptly Googled. And before you knew it, I had a copy of her stunning debut album in the mail. It's called Picking Out Boxes. From the moment I heard her sing "Why do my teardrops taste like wine?" on what, for me, is the album's signature song ("Yellow Tail"), I longed to hear more. Her lyrics remind me of a young Joni Mitchell, her voice a young Carly Simon, with touches of early Jackson Browne and echoes of Suzanne Vega. Something tells me this is a name we're destined to hear often in the future. So it begs the question: Why is most American radio so incredibly, unforgivably bad? Why aren't the Lindsay Katts of the world given a voice on commercial radio? Is it ever going to change? It's the same feeling I have when I hear such acoustic warriors as Jimmy LaFave and John Gorka playing to a crowd of 100 loyal listeners. Why aren't these people Platinum artists? OK, I'll leave the soapbox momentarily to tell you where and how you too can listen to Lindsay Katt. Her debut CD became available online on Jan. 5. You can download it at www.digstation.com/lindsaykatt or you can order a copy via My Space at www.myspace.com/lindsaykatt. It's also available on CD Baby and sometime in February on iTunes and amazon.com. As Lindsay tells me in an e-mail, she's a "fully independent artist, no label and no financial backing. The record was mastered as the pet project of Greg Calbi (who started Sterling Sound)." Online copies sell for $12.99, which includes shipping, or you can download it for $9.99. Before I forget, kudos to Abilene's terrific NPR affiliate KACU (89.7 FM) for playing music worth hearing.
Picking Out Boxes
By: Melissa Mylchreest
Lindsay Katt has the sound of someone who’s going to make it in the music business, not only because she’s lovely and talented, but because she’s having fun as well. This self-taught, Montana-born singer-songwriter recently relocated to New York and created Picking Out Boxes, a knockout debut album. With her lush and powerful voice, Katt delivers 12 tunes that showcase disarmingly fresh lyrics and well-composed orchestral backgrounds that either soar or bounce, depending whether she’s questioning love in “Wretched Unbelievers” or offering helpful suggestions in “Pretty in a Paper Bag.”
Being a female pianist-singer, she tempts comparison: a bit like Regina Spektor but with a more powerful voice, or like Fiona Apple, if Apple ever sounded happy. And Katt has good reason to sound happy; her songs are just poppy enough that they’ll make it on the radio, and just creative enough that they’ll stand out when they do. This is an exemplary first album—one that certainly leaves room for growth, but also promises that Katt’s name will be one to to listen for in the future. (Melissa Mylchreest)