You get to a point sometimes when you just run out of genres, or at least you run out of generic labels concise yet accommodating enough to describe the music you are trying to put down on paper. And, after all, if a generic label has one job to do, it is to act as a soundbite or a summation. I guess that once you get beyond that point of no return with the old pigeonholing then you have probably wandered into the realm of either the unique or the classic. Parry Adams juggles healthy doses of both.
Wandering somewhere between smooth soul and country charm, Whiskey Aftermath is a sultry and satisfying album, one that is simultaneously more than a bit sexy and certainly a whole lot of fun, the sort of album that you can’t wait to take home to meet the parents…if you and your parents were albums…hang on, let me try again.
Let’s start with How To be Alone, a melancholic and reflective piano driven ballad, cocooned in brooding strings and heartfelt sentiment, and for all its sombre tone, a gorgeous and dynamic song, one that sweeps between intimate, atmospheric lows and soaring vocal highs. The title track is a perky, countryfied jaunt but one which is built on wonderful textures and silky layers of music that the genre doesn’t often revel in. (What did I tell you… genres letting you down again.) And it is between these two ends of the sonic spectrum the album meanders.
Opening salvo No Sightings is dramatic and daring, Find Me is considered and understated and Tall Pale and Handsome is a cheeky and infectious country-pop-bop which proves that although Parry Adams might revel in the sweeping romanticism of more elegant sonic spaces, she can whip out the ukulele and have a bit of fun too.
Eloquence and elegance, cheek and charm. What more could you possibly want?