It’s some week when you can celebrate the signing of not one, but two unique and unstoppable talents. Californian songwriter Marina Allen surfs many musical tangents; her voice hovers and persists, floats and, only when entirely necessary, stings with honesty and aplomb. She morphs from Karen Carpenter’s gentle reverence to Laura Nyro’s soulful grit, moves through the phases like some possessed Dada performance artist before throwing in a melody from Joni at her jazziest or the close harmonies of the lamented Roches when they flipped out with Robert Fripp.
She writes songs that carry notes from other realms, as she dotes at the lake on an acoustic guitar with her feet dangling in the water; these are kitchen table tales about love and fear, the capturing of the wild heart, sketching the breaking of dawn, bringing real life to life.
Her majestic debut album celebrates the magical flicker within, following it till it dims. Her voice is mercurial and wonderfully infectious, her songs are poetry in motion.
Photo by: Garret Miller – @western.gifts
