Anni Rossi Rockwell, Rockwell (Beggars)
It’s almost as if Ani DiFranco and Laurie Anderson combined their DNA. That’s not as jarring as you might think. On “Glaciers,” she states, “This song is about glaciers,” as Anderson used to insert comments more ironically. Her spare and precise violin playing does recall Anderson’s, and her voice is languid without the abrasiveness of DiFranco. But, like DiFranco’s, it has a will of its own—to flit about, as if, like the title of the album closer, “Air is Nothing.”
Wild Light, Adult Nights (Startime International)
Then, I figured it out! Wild Light are like the British band Manic Street Preachers, with their strident elegance and rankling emotions (barely) seething below the shimmering surface. There are also hints of great pop music like the Posies and Ryan Adams in the vocal harmonies and guitar leads that seem to stream out like the ocean from the shores of the California (where they recorded the album). It even gains fictive weight in the sardonic yet wistful “California on My Mind” and “Surf Generation.” Multi-instrumentalist Timothy Kyle was in an early incarnation of The Arcade Fire, and the dramatic arcs these songs take recalls that ensemble. Even so, Wild Light has early indications that they could forge their own territory in the American headspace, as vast as the distance from the studio to their East Coast origins.