Underrated ain't the word for her...
5
By Moneybogue
Probably never in history has there been such a drastic disconnection between the kind of recognition an artist has earned (many times over!) and the kind of recognition she's actually ended up with. Maybe the appearance of this album on ITunes will be the turning point — but only if you buy it. (Now!)
I expect people will be listening to Evie Sands' music in fifty or a hundred years, but why wait?
This is the kind of album that not only grows on you, it grows inside you. Thirty-second samples, even individual songs, aren't enough to get the effect. Get the whole thing and let it sink in.
I found her painfully naive sincerity grated on my nerves a bit around the third hearing, but by the fourth or fifth hearing, that's exactly the quality I was craving. For about a month, I couldn't listen to anyone else.