Neko Case
"Fox Confessor Brings the Flood"
(Anti-)
CD Reviews: The New York Times
It would have been easy for Neko Case to stay retro. Ms. Case, who was born in Virginia and has lived in Seattle, Chicago and Vancouver, British Columbia, has a torchy voice that's part Patsy Cline, part Loretta Lynn, and it sounds right at home in country weepers or folk-rock anthems. Onstage, Ms. Case still sings her share of love songs. But she isn't content with straightforward stories or simple declarations any more.
On her most recent albums, and as a member of the mostly Canadian songwriters' collective the New Pornographers, she has moved toward more imagistic, even cryptic songs. Apparently the New Pornographers satisfied Ms. Case's frisky side, because her new album, "Fox Confessor Brings the Flood," turns inward with ballads and waltzes.
Ms. Case produced the album, recording in Arizona with members of country-stretching bands like Giant Sand and Calexico. The music is rootsy but not traceable to any particular era. The guitars might use an old-fashioned twangy reverb, but they're likely to get an undertow of cello or an unexpected twist to the chord progression. And while Ms. Case sings like a honky-tonk sweetheart, she's lavishing her emotion on lines like "It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonder/ when the death of your civilization precedes you."
Memories interweave with fantasies, observations with fragments of narrative. For every clear-cut song about troubled love, like "Hold On, Hold On" or "That Teenage Feeling," there are two with far more elusive imagery. At first, the songs can seem remote and arty, but gradually they start to add up; they're filled with a sense of loss and a hope for transformation. It's still an album more for the head than the heartstrings, but Ms. Case isn't keeping her distance. Just the opposite; she's unveiling what haunts her. JON PARELES