I tried to like Shelley Short, really I did. Her record, A Cave, A Canoo looks inviting enough but as the saying goes, you should never judge a book by its cover. Unfortunately, A Cave, A Canoo is a slow moving lethargic Americana record, that after a hearty Thanksgiving meal will literally put you in a coma. With nary a beat around and barely any instrumentation at all, Shelley sounds more like she's singing Americana influenced lullabies than anything else. Unfortunately, with so much tryptophan running through my veins right now...this is not a good thing.
A Cave, A Canoo isn't necessarily bad. It's just a bit to samey throughout and since the pace of the entire record is essentially the same, it comes off as one continuous drawl. That being said, it's easy to see why this record got boring fast; it's stark nature, and sparse pace is just to much to take all at once. Shelley has a cute voice but, I'm sorry, I just can't listen to stuff that has absolutely no variance to it at all. I tried, I really did, but right now I think I need a nap more than I need this album.
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