As one unfamiliar with any previous output on the part of any of the members of Saint Low, after listening to this disc for several weeks I believe that I shall remain that way. It's my understanding that this is Mary Lorson's first lead effort; these are her works, her songs and her creations. All that went before was her helping somebody else. Thus, all that went before could be only bad reflection.
Whatever she lent her considerable efforts to in the past is, I'm sure, satisfying and rich to respective fans. I do not wish to damn with faint praise anybody's work. Nonetheless, these captivating and massaging melodies coupled with her strong, crystalline voice render me unwilling to hear her do another's creations. Revisiting this artist's previous efforts, now that I have experienced her emergence, would cause me only melancholy, much as a visit to a restaurant were the notable chef has departed for grander climes and the replacement serves only shadows of the former's artistry. Fortunately, in this case the progression is positive; the more we visit Saint Low the richer the servings will be.
Swinging from low and sweet to jazzy and hip, the selections fascinate with metaphor and partial illustration. In an age where "In your face" smackdown and gangsta rule, such allegory and abstraction are refreshing finds. One may make of the works what one wishes, discovering in the imagery either familiar chords to grasp or indications of experiences unfamilar but still attractive.
Far too deep and complex for play to the lemmings, Saint Low and their patroness Mary Larson warrant following and scrutiny. This is art.