AMY ANNELLE: press

"The haunting voice of Amy Annelle will keep you up at night. The mind wanders down some dark corridors, and her song just may be the soundtrack to that unsettling journey. Annelle has taken her music on the road since 1999 as Amy Annelle and The Places, captivating audiences with her distinctive otherworldly vocals. This is no ordinary folk singer. She has an instinct for remaining true to roots music while taking it into a different dimension, echoing in the memory long after she’s stopped playing. You can see Annelle’s performance tonight at Stubb’s indoor venue, 801 Red River.  Highly recommended"

‎2010 PORTLAND FOLK FESTIVAL: "...this inaugural event has some mighty heft behind it with three founders—Slim Moon, Amanda Stark, Chantelle Hylton Simmons—who have a combined lifetime of local music servitude under their respective belts.  It's nearly impossible to narrow down this list of performers, but here are our top picks:

Longtime Portlanders surely recognize the voice of one Amy Annelle,
a former local singer who traveled east a few years back, eventually
settling in Texas. In her first return in quite some time, Annelle... is
armed with a fancy new disc, The Cimarron Banks, of frail folk
numbers, each held tenderly together with her wondrous voice and nimble
melodies. She'll be collaborating with the Portland Cello Project
during their Woody Guthrie tribute, then embarking for a pair of
not-to-be-missed solo sets as well." Mission Theater, Thurs Aug 19, 9:30 pm; The Woods, Sun Aug 22, 2:30 pm; Holocene, Sun Aug 22, 9 pm

"The Portland Cello Project hosts a tribute to Woody Guthrie, with special guest collaborators Peter Yarrow, Dan Bern, Rebecca Gates, Laura Gibson & Amy Annelle....singing Guthrie’s ballad “Belle Starr,” written about the famed “Bandit Queen.”..she has her own interpretation of them and of the events and of Ms. Starr. That’s called “the Folk Tradition.” And that’s what this Festival is all about. The cellos, mournfully appropriate, kept to plucking and subtle bowing as the waltz tempo framed Anelle’s telling of Guthrie’s story."

"Each week I play something new and each week I'm blown away...Amy Annelle isn’t an indie-kid specializing in lets-play-dress-up pastiche; she’s an actual folkie who just so happens to be operating outside the mother culture...she reminds me of Kath Bloom in many ways, though she feels less agitated and more disembodied"     

"The first song struck hard because of the surprisingly powerful voice...evocative and eerie style...she paints an earthy portrait of American toil and American history that captivates our collective gritty soul"

"If there’s one thing we Americanos do right, folks, its take our natural resources for granted, which is exactly what seems to be the case with one of our most woefully unsung national treasures, the Places, a.k.a. Amy Annelle and company. Her voice is strong and lilting, her aesthetic warm and grim, and it all amounts to transcendent and darkly jubilant modern folk. Fortunately, Amy takes nothing and no one for granted, and surrounds herself with some incredible musicians for live renditions of album songs and occasional other treats. Accompanying her at Hotel Utah was a violin and an upright bass, with deaths and desires under the mossy logs of her songs coming through just as clear as the joy in every strum and boot-stomp. The fiddler was Ralph White, formerly of Austin oddball bluegrass band the Bad Livers. A gem in his own right, Ralph performed solo on accordion and banjo after the Places’ set and will soon be collaborating with Amy on a project as a duo. They played with every bit of gumption as they would by the fire or in front of a crowd of thousands"

COMMON FOLK, COMMON THREADS "Like genuine folk singers before...Annelle makes music borne up from the land. Keen, empathetic observers, they seem to move, like ghosts, through walls and locked doors and into the homes and lives of men and women they'll never be, yet whose stories are somehow always in part their own -- and our own."
read the whole Billboard article here

"Under her own name and as the Places, the powerfully affecting songwriter Amy Annelle has quietly put together a body of work that rates with anything you (or anybody) would call 'Americana'. Ghosts and the living mingle in her songs, as well as a multitude of choice covers, and few artists get closer to the ineffable essence of this land of ours in all its great and awful beauty. Expect to hear plenty of new songs written way out there in the Oklahoma Panhandle."

"Songs for Creeps" has a crumbling, dank feeling, but Annelle's vocals have a strong, clear edge to them, a slight twangy catch of a lost past returning to a new century"

The Places
Songs for Creeps
(High Plains Sigh, 2006)

Amy Annelle’s time will come. Her albums are already generally well received, and garner predictable comparisons to Emmylou, Welch, and Waits. Columnists in local weeklies often take initiative to preview or review her shows favorably. Her songs roam through states of brooding, tradition, clamor, and cheer, each branded by the fire of her voice—storm-honed, jagged, and ageless as driftwood. She’s backed up Jandek, and Okkervil River, and plays often with the legendary Michael Hurley. Yet what remains is for “Annelle” to become the household name it deserves to be, even if only in the music-obsessed houses of record stores, practice rooms, rock-crit namedropping pageants, and creaky-floored rural haunts that smell of whiskey, ash, and detritus-caked boot prints, and Songs for Creeps is the album that should have made it happen.

In roughly 10 years, whether under her own name or with backup as the Places, Annelle has never made a bad album. In fact, she’s made nothing but a string of exceptionally solid and beautifully forlorn albums—a claim which few artists working today can make (not that she necessarily would—I’m making it for her). Songs for Creeps remains the latest kink in that twine; the third proper Places LP if you exclude 2005’s fantastic covers album, Fawns With Fangs, and the two strictly solo records released under her own name, though it’s the sixth Annelle-based album overall. While it did garner some requisite praise in its day—a 7.6 from Pitchfork a month after its release; an eventual #8 spot on one of the Billboard Critic’s Choice Top 10s of 2006—it still somehow failed to generate the sustained buzz it deserved. After all, it did fall between two hotly anticipated albums by two other established giants in the indie-folk field: Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s immaculate The Letting Go in September, and then Joanna Newsom’s feverishly awaited Ys in November. While neither bares much similarity to the Places, there’s nevertheless an overlap of presumed audience, and for fans of these still-forming folk strata, it was a lot to take in. Couple that with the relative disadvantage of being self-released (High Plains Sigh is the record label run by Annelle for the express purpose of publishing her own works), and what you’ve got is a dark horse on a desert island.

Teeming with trepidation and spiritual tumult that's at once existential, artistic, romantic, even sexual, Songs for Creeps conquers its pitch darkness through the light of the escape that is its own melodious transcendence. While not as deliberate as a concept album, themes of doubt, the impossibility of true self-expression, and escape by ways of death, drugs, sleep, and sex run artfully and harrowingly throughout. Both musically and conceptually, Creeps is as strong as it is bleak from start to finish, while also displaying a breadth of songwriting capability, as well as creativity in the recording and production. It sports just enough studio flare and psychedelic accentuations to sate the indie set, yet remains authentic and timelessly rustic enough to fly just as well on the overcast stages of outback county fairs. It’s an inadvertent niche, limited only by a listener’s capacity for the undauntedly morose. (“Slit me up from gut to throat and call it a victory,” sings Annelle in “Mercy Me”, in but one of the album’s more tormented passages.) Yet along with the lyrical omnipresence of wraiths both literal and emotional, there’s a warmth and redemption exuded in the execution of these songs that spreads from underneath them like the expansive roots of an underground fungus.

Annelle’s studio craftiness and highly capable partners bring the Appalachian-Gothic rehab folk of Creeps to such Technicolor fruition that it’s easy to take for granted its juxtaposition of the more laissez-faire atmospherics (and slight hiss) of three songs self-recorded straight to four-track cassette. “I’m A-Gone Down to the Green Fields”, for example, is a striking four-track gem sandwiched between two deft studio productions. In this angelically harmonized, poison-flowered dirge to the sort of windowless bar in which the hopeless start drowning sorrows before noon, the singer agonizes over the inadequacy of expression in the midst of deep frustration, all by way of graceful acoustic strumming and gorgeous vocals. The backdrop of tape noise, though audible from the start, becomes only the tiniest bit intrusive towards the track’s end, as soft, lingering guitars float off for a half-minute of ethereal psychedelia, after which its whisper subsides seamlessly into the next subtle drone—the deep bass hum of the following song, “Such as the Earth (Neveroff’s Fate)."

“Such as the Earth” then leaps into the saddle of an upbeat boot-stomp gallop (called “bron-y-aur stomps” in the liner notes) and a major, anthem-strength melody, and springs altogether from a chapter of Tolstoy’s Resurrection, in fact borrowing its title and other lyrical phrases directly from the great work’s prose. (Apparently Tolstoy is to Places as Tolkien is to Zeppelin.) It’s a chapter in which characters react to news of the suicide of an associate, Neveroff; in the song, the singer encounters Neveroff in a dream of the afterlife, where the two commune in silence, underwater. “I wasn’t much for talking, neither was he, and so we got on beautifully” she sings, tethered once again to the pain of being incapable of expressing herself in words, yet this time elated by the opportunity not to bother, or to escape the need at all. Though consistent in its troubles, the album never defaults to any predictable whine or woe. Rather, it delves nakedly into its anxieties with an intensely (if downtrodden) human precision and timeless folk fortitude.

Truly an album of distinction, every song on Creeps stands up to such close consideration, while it’s just as magnetic when left to play through its entirety and enjoyed solely for its melodic peaks and rivers. Hell, even the artwork is striking. It’s the Places album that would be queen, clearly delineating Annelle as an artist to be watched, tracked, and paid regular attention to, lest one day she buck up and cease responding to the demon muses anchoring her to such creature coffins and the dank, living soil between them and us.

FRIDAY PICK/SXSW
7:30pm, Stephen F's Bar When not strumming alongside Austin multi-instrumentalist Ralph White in Precious Blood, Annelle's fine as wine solo. Her spare country-folk comes alive on latest LP The Cimarron Banks, a naturalistic view and haunting way with melody spanning folk tradition from Appalachia to Wyoming.

Amy Annelle - The Cimarron Banks: A High Plains Emanation (CD, High Plains Sigh, Folk/pop)
So many folks in the twenty-first century claim to be going back to their roots...and the word "Americana" is thrown around like an ugly unwanted pig baby. Folks tired of all the generic wannabes will find refreshing relief in the music of Amy Annelle. This enchanting lady writes and records music that is wonderfully absorbent and resilient. In many cases, her tunes remind us of material from old 78 RPM records. She has a strange warbly voice that is slightly distant and strangely personable. On the first spin we really liked The Cimarron Banks. A dozen spins later we found that we had fallen head-over-heels in love with Annelle's peculiar sound. Nothing but keepers here...but particular standout tracks include "The Cimarron Banks," "The Hellhound's Address," "Carrion Dream," "Forever In-Between," and "Streaking With The Lightning." Well worth seeking out. TOP PICK

Wedged between traditional folk, Western balladry, and cheeky singer-songwriting, Cimarron Banks is the soundtrack before a script. Produced by Craig Ross, it's presented in song-cycle style, befitting a lonesome and unpredictable nature. Amy Annelle's lovely voice carries like the Texas wind throughout, evocative lyrics begging further examination.

Deep, Dark and Demanding Dreams

"...this is a haunting album that is impossible to “get” on the first listen or two, no matter how hard you concentrate. The lyrics are simply too dense, too demanding of interpretation and thought to reveal their secrets so cheaply. Pretentious it isn’t though, and the sparse instrumentation, whose purveyors include Paul Brainard and Ian McLagan, lets Annelle and her dreams take centre stage. A challenging but rewarding listen"