Even from the rugged opening twangs of Jupiter, Laurelin Kruse establishes herself as a quite singular talent in that the track – a woebegone chanson concerning its author’s desperate attempts “to get the hell home” to Colorado – carries that same melodrama made a mainstream interest by a certain New Yorker, though filters it through some wondrously desolate desert blues and grits it with a genuine sincerity. It may not be a comparison which sits easy with Kruse, though it’s meant as an outwardly effusive blandishment and while she sings of following “your tracks back where you’re from”, it’s where she’s going as opposed to those who’ve gone before her that is now of utmost intrigue.
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