September/October 2006
—Mare Wakefield
Stacie Rose isn’t messing around nor is
she one to mess with. Her album opener, “Consider Me,” begins
with the tough-as-nails lyrics “It’s making me mad, picking
up your pieces / I’m not your mind, I’m not your mess …
consider me gone.” Electric guitars and a kicking drum beat mimic
her no-frills attitude. She sweetens the lyrics on “Okay”
(“I feel the thunder breaking on the range / I feel your wonder
running through my veins”) but keeps the no-nonsense delivery and
quick pace. “Be Real” proffers bluesy Hammond organ as Rose
tells us she’s “tired of the pretenders / standing in the
rain, acting like they’re dry.” Even when she slows things
down on “High as the Moon,” her crisp delivery and poppy melodies
keep things energized.
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