The only occasion she gets away from the approach that has served her so well on the disc is on the last song, the Gospel tinged "When My Ship Comes In". Even here the only reason it strikes a false note at all is because of just how effectively she had used her voice up to that point. It has the potential to be a beautiful song, but for the only time on the album she falls into the young performer's trap of thinking more power and higher pitched vocals equate emotional strength.
Sometimes I worry Blues music is in danger of becoming a parody of itself like Country does on occasion. I'm just waiting for someone to come up with a Blues version of the old joke about only needing a train, a pick up truck, you're dog dying, and going to prison to have the necessary ingredients for writing a Country song.
But then, thankfully along comes a singer of the quality of Gina Sicilia. Her first release, Allow Me To Confess, (along with a few others), available on Swingnation Records, has gone a long way to restoring my confidence in the next generation of Blues' musicians.
Now if only the guys could get it together. Oh well we all know boys take a lot longer to grow up than women so there's still hope for them too.
Article comments
1 - Michael J. West
I've always wondered how a twentysomething musician could legitimately sing the Blues?
Robert Johnson was 25 when he made his first records....
:-)