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About Beneath The Leaves
"Beneath the Leaves" will leave you spent from its agonizing detachment, its angst and ennui, and the bone-weary ache of singer Janice Grube's drowsy voice. This is an intelligent, accomplished and eloquent pop band. There are no wasted syllables, no mind-numbing guitar solos, no obnoxious drum loops. Their somnolent grooves bear a certain defiance to most radio pop in a conscious though enigmatic way. The band members once flirted with major label success, but have seemed to shrug their shoulders at it, striking back by creating their own private sonic bubble that's both strong force and safe refuge. The album's opener, "6th and Main," sets the sleepy tone, though its mid-song crescendo is pure power pop. Comparisons will be made between Grube's voice and those of Stevie Nicks or Chrissie Hynde, but she hits closer to the raw nerve of Patti Smith. Every lyric is soul-baring. The bell-tone pedal-point guitar chords of "Until There's Nothing Left" stir bittersweet longing. By the third cut, "Words to Reach You," Grube, drowning in resignation, casts a spell. The band never hits what might be considered even a mid-tempo overdrive until the seventh cut, "Sugar," an upbeat corker that, even with its loping bass line and rock beat, still sounds dreamy. Credit for the sound quality goes to guitarist Greg Windell. Windell strikes a delicate balance between his reverb- and tremolo-drenched electric guitar strokes, masterful acoustic chordal modes and other fresh guitar sounds that touch the edges of alt-country in their jangle and swirl. "Beneath the Leaves" shows sonic maturity beyond Watsonville's last, " Faster, Please!" It is a superbly produced project, and emotionally satisfying in its raw honesty and painful beauty" -The Oregonian
