Graham Reid | | <1 min read
This album has floated to the top of the pile quite frequently in the past three months and it has only been distractions which have meant it hasn't made an appearance here earlier.
Let's rectify that oversight and tell you what prompted it: a line I saw somewhere which said that if KT Tunstall could be big why not this woman.
Youngs is an acoustic-framed rocker with country sensibilities and a smart line in dark lyrics. Her brutal self-assessment of being in a love-gone-wrong relationship ("maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned") ends with the brutal, "what the fuck was I thinking".
Youngs can play the fragile chanteuse when her material requires it, but her voice has some real depth and strength -- and she isn't afraid to use synths and subtle touches of indie alt.pop to get the message across which often deal with latent violence or some emotional discomfort.
She offers a remix of one song and the final track is her treatment of Nelly's Hot in Herre (sic) which proves how ambitious and versatile she is.
Can't imagine too many people covering her songs however, she's quite singular.
Don't come here for your jollies though.