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Nomads, Indians, Saints Import
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Indigo Girls ~ Nomads Indians Saints
Amid a musical landscape where "alternative" had quickly been co-opted by MTV and the fashion industry, Emily Saliers and Amy Ray tapped a vein of cultural and sexual dissatisfaction and yearning (if not rebellion) in their 20-something peers. Their first hit, "Closer to Fine," had an insinuating folk-pop groove and enough philosophical trappings to suggest this feisty acoustic duo had bigger things planned. Their third album proved it: the arrangements are aggressive and their pop temperament bubbles to the fore on songs like "Hammer and a Nail" and the handsome, sweet "Southland in the Springtime." --Roy Francis Kasten
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I highly recommend this Nomads Indians Saints as a gift or as an introduction to Folk and the Indigos. And like I said, it's the perfect companion for a lone traveller. I've travelled the world three times on this album, and I never tire of it. With my headphones on, my eyes on the ever-changing landscape, I listen to Amy's words, Emily's wonderful fingerpicking on the title track and listen to the perfectly apt lyrics "...this world falls on me, dreams of immortality, everywhere I turn - the beauty just keeps shaking me... I running, to the end of the earth. I'm swimming to the edge of the sea. I'm laughing, I'm under starry sky - this world was meant for me, don't bury me - carry me... this world was meant for me, I've got hopes of immortality..."
Along the way, the Girls treat us to fabulous harmonies not usually associated with the anger and political awareness they bring to their craft. You could love the music on this album without knowing anything of the Indigo Girls or their project. That may be among the higher compliments that a CD can earn for its makers.
The Girls are at their best when celebrating a moment on the road, lost amid the big horizons of nature, as in 'Southeast in the Springtime'. It is possible to lose onself in a song like this, coming up for air and a giggle only when confronted with a line like 'When God made me a Yankee he was teasin'.
The, there is the (auto?)-biographical inspection of track ten's 'The Girl with the Weight of the World in her Hands', a brilliant summary of narcissism and its concentric waves of self-obsession.
It seems impossible, having enjoyed IG since the mid-90s, that this CD is now *seventeen* years old. It's warm harmonies sound as though they were composed yesterday. Its clean-ness signals something of a fresh start to the enthusiast who returns to it after occupying the ears with other, busier things. It rings, like those Texas waters, with confidence and reason.
If you've only gotten the first installment of their work, you're really missing out if you don't pick this one up, too. The songs are a real treat and easy on the ears and the heart.