This reviewer made the mistake of opening the sleeve for Jenny Lewis’s astonishing new album The Voyager.
This reviewer made the mistake of opening the sleeve for Jenny Lewis’ astonishing new album The Voyager.
I would have said that the former lead singer of US indie rock band Rilo Kiley marked a refreshing change to the usual rule about women and pop music that “sex sells”.
Unfortunately, a look inside the sleeve finds Lewis in a state of semi-undress twice.
That’s not to take anything away from the album itself which is, at first, an attempt to challenging the crowded women- singers-with-attitude market occupied by Nicki Minaj, Lana Del Rey and Pink, to name a few.
The first three tracks on the album, Head Underwater, She’s Not Me and Just One of the Guys, seem to be heading in that direction.
But then suddenly, Lewis veers off in a more Dusty Springfield-inspired direction with “blinders” (to use a footballing term) like Slippery Slopes, Late Bloomer and The New You.
The title track, The Voyager, is a haunting piece tracking Lewis’ struggle to cope following the break-up of Rilo Kiley and the death of her father in 2010.
If only someone had told Lewis what Jermaine Stewart discovered in 1986 - “We don’t have to take our clothes off to have a good time”.
Music Review by Winston Brown