Julie Doiron and the Wooden Stars
Julie Doiron and the Wooden Stars
[Tree]
Rating: 6.8
"Anyone is pretty when she smiles; me, I'm only pretty when I cry," sings
Julie Doiron on her new album. And I'll be damned if you don't just want to
hold her, and maybe spend the whole day curled up under a blanket with her,
staring out the window at the grey Canadian winter. A solid dose of comforting,
resolute melancholy can be good for the soul sometimes, and despite being the
most upbeat album of Doiron's musical oeuvre (thanks in part to having a real
backing band this time out), Julie Doiron and the Wooden Stars still
delivers the 100% RDA.
Like Bettie Serveert's Carol van Dijk without the sunny smiles, Beth Orton
without the reverb chamber and the Chemical Brothers connection, or Jenny
Toomey on Xanax, Doiron has a natural ache in her voice that manages to
sidestep both wistful whimsy and wretched despair. Her previous solo work
seemed to be a bit too stark and four-tracky to distinguish itself from the
rest of the already-saturated mope-rock market; here, she teams up with
fellow Canadians the Wooden Stars to create a much warmer, more fully
developed sound which supports her vocal timbre a bit better. There are
still plenty of beautiful downbeat moments, like "The Longest Winter"
("Not even the prank calls/ Are helping pass the time anymore") or "Seven."
But it's also surprisingly pleasant to hear Doiron fit herself into slightly
different clothes, such as on the perky, almost Cardigans-like "Dance Music"
and the stiff, insistent bounce of "The Best Thing for Me."
Although eleven songs and 42 minutes long, Julie Doiron and the Wooden
Stars still seems a bit slight. Maybe it's because it's a rather easy,
effortless listen, albeit something you'd only put in your stereo once in a
while. But like hot chocolate on a cold night, it has its proper time and
place.
-Nick Mirov