It Isn’t Love Until It Hurts –  Anne Deming (reviewed by Dave Franklin)

Blues has always been a good vehicle for delivering a message of pain and heartache. It’s also been a good vehicle for spawning new ways of doing things, it being the birth place of so many subsequent genres  – rock ’n’ roll, rock, punk and everything that followed are all based on its methods. Armed with these two factors Anne Deming builds a warped blues song that stomps confidently and regretfully to its bitter conclusion like a woman scorned.

For blues this is, but not in the traditional sense, as Deming draws in garage rock guitar lines, pulsing blasts of raw energy, simple, primal beats and a voice that you are not likely to forget in a hurry. All genres need to move on, stay relevant, bring something new to the musical table and Deming proves that even working within one of the most established ones, and telling the oldest of emotional stories she wanders forward into bright new musical futures with hardly a glance backward to past glories. And on the strength of this dark, tempestuous and sultry track, the next stop is to hunt down the album where it resides, Dash and Temper, and check out what else she has in the musical arsenal.

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