Oh, My Girl, the second album by singer/songwriter
Jesse Sykes and her band
the Sweet Hereafter -- led by
Phil Wandscher -- picks up where her debut,
Reckless Burning, left off. Songs are played at cough-syrup tempo, production is sparse, instrumentation equally so, offering just enough of a frame for the melody and lyrics to hang themselves on, and everything, absolutely everything, is underplayed. There is plenty of dynamic tension, but little to no dynamic range. Yes, this is a good thing.
Sykes' ghostly voice, which hovers about her words more than inhabits them, has enough old-world folkiness, raw -- if intentionally muted -- willingness, and lonesome country pain in it to carry off these tunes with authority. Produced, mixed and engineered by multi-instrumentalist
Tucker Martine,
Oh, My Girl is full of slow, dipping passion, moody expressionism and poetic smarts to make it stand out in a sensual, narcotic way from the rest of the gothic alterna-twang pack. And one more thing:
Sykes has more emotion in the grain of her halting, cracking voice than a whole army of
Margo Timmins'es -- so let the comparisons stop now, please.