The critical and commercial success of
Lou Doillon's haunting debut Places -- which included the album's double platinum status in France and
Doillon winning the French Grammy for Best Female Artist -- may have taken some by surprise.
Lay Low proves that the acclaim for
Doillon is no fluke, although her approach to her second album may also come as a surprise. Instead of making a bigger-sounding album, she pares back: a svelte 35 minutes,
Lay Low's artfully spare songs let
Doillon's voice dominate these songs even more than it did on Places. There's an ageless, almost androgynous depth and richness to her singing that evokes legends such as
Odetta and
Leonard Cohen, as well as more recent artists like
Tindersticks'
Stuart Staples and
Timber Timbre's
Taylor Kirk, who just happens to be
Lay Low's co-producer. Together, they take
Doillon's music in eclectic yet organic directions, whether it's the dusky, jazzy "Robin Miller," the sultry swagger of the title track, or the ever-so-slightly eerie warmth of "Above My Head," one of the tracks that bears a close kinship with
Kirk's
Timber Timbre work. Like
Kirk,
Doillon loves the classics but not too faithfully, and she puts her own stamp on "Let Me Go," a slow-building yet insistent ballad that would do
Roy Orbison proud, and "Where to Start," a bit of
Patsy Cline-esque heartache that peaks with
Doillon crooning "I've got to stop this obsession." More often, though,
Lay Low finds her with plenty of distance between her and the objects of her affection. On "Weekender Baby," she measures the time apart from her lover in cups of coffee, shots of whiskey, and telephone rings; on "Worth Saying," she muses, "Should I speak my truth and get you running?" As she explores the difference between being alone and being lonely on
Lay Low, she sounds more confident and alluring than ever. ~ Heather Phares