the jarring loudness suggested by this release's title, Corbi Wright's
music is utterly hushed and contemplative. Her voice swoops from a withery
whisper to a raw PJ Harvey-esque emotiveness. The loose weave of her
barebones, unstructured folk sits well alongside the recent likes of
Wooden Wand & The Vanishing Voice or The Alps. We know this to be
true 'cause we've played them back to back a few times, and it made
for a very enjoyable listen that flowed exceptionally well. So there.
And to tie things neatly together, AQ pal Mr. Jefre Cantu (member of
The Alps, Tarentel among many others) assisted Ms Wright in the recording
of these songs. Very nice.'
few people have the capacity to sound like seasoned pros when playing
live on college radio, but singer-songwriter Corbi Wright does. Blessed
with an angelic voice that brings to mind both the folky harmony of
Joni Mitchell and the husky jazz of Norah Jones, she doesn't need much
to keep an audience mesmerized. Accompanied mainly by acoustic guitar
or the string instruments of her friends, Wright pens songs that are
simple yet lovely ballads that evoke the kind of wintry, I-just-got-back-from-the-cold-and-want-to
snuggle-with-someone-here-for-a-while type of imagery.'
know how I feel about those things I feel strongly about. Strongly.
And you know what I'm talking about when I say that I know what I'm
talking about. Do I have to spell it out for you? Maybe I should. The
wonderful Vetiver? You know you first heard of them here years ago when
I gave them their first press and described their self-released cd as
"the best demo ever". Admit it. Now look at them. And Joanna
Newsome? Same thing only different. My ears are perking again. Here
is Corbi Wright's first solo release. It's tiny. Four songs. Short ones.
Undeniably real stuff. Just a girl and her guitar. And the best songwriting
I've heard since those aforementioned locals. Well, anyways, I found
something really really good. And I know what I'm talking about. Keep
your ears open.'
Wright sets the mood with her stark, stripped down “What can I give
to my love?” Wright softly croons over a sparse acoustic guitar,
and “What can I give to my love” is accented with the sounds
of birds and perhaps even a bus or two going by, giving the impression
that Wright is singing in a public square, or perhaps a bus terminal.
The music itself is chilling, though without its measure of hope as Wright
delicately ends with “Evening, take our bodies home safely”.
This quant feel, along with the quiet, pensive mood of the music, reveals
warmth in Wright’s interpretation of “blue”, along with
the longing and abstraction that one would expect from a song inspired
by the color.'
-review of 'What Can I Give To My Love' (blue/dreams by degrees) by www.somewherecold.com