Theres a reason no artist brags on leaving his or her lover in the lurch for 12 songs. Try imagining sensitive coffeehouse singers accrue their weekly chump change hawking CDs with such titles as I Used You, Baby or Kiss Ya Now, Dump Ya Later Tonight! Its a rule in pop that listeners love the dumpee, except for the ones they themselves have dropkicked. So it stands to reason youll flip for this spellbinding CD, unless, of course, youve dated Edith Frost. While the two of you were lovebirds, she was already obsessing over the day youd split and how the mementos you just won her at the state fair will soon be icy reminders that My Lover Wont Call. Even the title track, a skipping frolic on a beautiful day, has Frost readying herself for the game over buzzer. And every missive here is delivered with the minimalism of some morose old maid who doesnt visit the 21st century, or go into town very much, except maybe to the occasional picture show. Its as if science stopped advancing since Patsy Clines plane crash.
Maybe thats a good thing. Leave the breaking-up-through-text-messaging songs to Avril Lavigne, we need all the melancholic spinster ballads we can get.
Serene Dominic writes about music for Metro Times. Send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org.