Generally we shy away from the Appalachians—too hard to drive through. We've been convinced for a decade we're gonna end up rolling backwards down the Penna Pike in our little clown car like the climax in a screwball comedy. Lissie, though, cuts through the neuroses and captures what makes the landscape beautiful: her spirit is all purple mountains majesty, pure and regal, a true Americana singer, conduit of the land. She sings about how she's gonna get to heaven, then sounds uncertain if it's true, but the richness of her voice never wavers.
October 22, 2009