Erin Muir is a singer-songwriter who left the wilds of Minneapolis (and what appears to be a vibrant music scene) for the mundanity of L.A. but she is forgiven because she is a great songwriter. A sort of Gothic Princess but not like black makeup, like a brooding Daphne DuMarier which is a touch too chick flicky except the strings are insane on the title track of her invisble new album (at least i can’t buy it and I would) The Poet’s Lovely Daughter. Muir’s calling card is a dusky and deep voice and the sexually ambigious lyric is strange and disturbing.
All of the five tracks on her myspace http://www.myspace.com/erinmuir are fabulous, even the flamenco flickered “Shadows And Slit,” even on the cover of “Baby It’s You” which I was ready to loath -a pointless exercise, I felt, because, come on pop pickers, if you’re gonna cover the Shirelles (I saw em at the Town Hall ten years ago and was completely fucking thrilled) dig a little deeper but I like the lack of production and I love the falsetto ending.
Muir should come to NYC -she’d be perfect opening for a band like Woods… In the meantime, stream what you can’t download.
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