Lock us up and throw away the key.
We had all kinds of rock-crushes on Joan Wasser back when she was a skunk-haired siren (<-- vid shot at MidEast!) sawing away on punk-rock violin in the Dambuilders (some tracks from their maje-label disc Encendedor over here). After moving to New York some years ago, she merged easily into that city's art-pop milleu, most notably as part of Antony and the Johnsons' coterie. (It didn't hurt her mystique that she'd been romantically linked with the late Jeff Buckley, either). Her solo project, JOAN AS POLICE WOMAN, took a while to find its sea legs. The first EP we got from her a couple years ago was on the uneven side, but her new album Real Life has been lodged in our old-fangled CD player for a month. It's old-souled and chanteusy, completely at ease with itself, the kind of thing that Rolling Stone would buttonhole as "mature." It's a fucking beautiful record, and Joan is singing in a voice we've never heard from her before. If you need a spiffy comparison to hang your hipster hat on, feel free to tell the guys at Newbury Comics it's the Downtown version of Amy Winehouse/Lily Allen/et al. Now very much looking forward to Joan showing up July 26 at the Middle East. A taste:
DOWNLOAD: Joan as Police Woman, "Eternal Flame" (mp3)DOWNLOAD: Joan as Police Woman, "The Ride" (mp3)PRE-ORDER: Real Life, with bonus stuff
(Oh, and if you work at a record store, her marketing peeps are giving away a guitar or something.)