Listening to Heather Leigh records is like being abandoned in limbo-like badlands. Very few artists are making this sort of sound world visible, and none are doing it using only pedal steel, voice and harmonica. This Fag Tapes cassette picks up the passengers left stranded in the downpour of her Pot Baby album and takes them further in.
Heather Leigh’s voice would fit equally well in either the cathedral or the graveyard; her lullaby culling call is an instantly recognizable vocal. It’s possible to invest it with either malice or innocence, and this duality also applies to her pedal steel playing. At times it’s a crooked metal wave of weight, and seconds later an untouched feather drift of pastel sounds. The drones never obfuscating the instruments musical origins.
While Leigh’s vocal seems composed and focused, her febrile hand movements spew out the combination of iron and sunburn. She never prevaricates on Jailhouse Rock, and her improvisational choices are not fortuitous; she seems to know exactly where she’s going. Always ready to follow or ride the tones that agitate the air she births ugly/beautiful organically sourced sounds. Coming up with crabwise melodic patterns, her fingers push air into forming the thick treacly sounds of collapsing skylines, spiraling up and into itself. Picking out a steady pattern, like the playing of rubber bells, she stamps out seasick and high-end tones. Just before the twenty minute mark, a harmonica is played sounding like its come straight from the aftermath of the American civil war aftermath. The smoky remains of pedal steel remain like ringing cannon feedback in the ears.
On the second side of the tape there seems to be another voice in the mix aside from Heather’s. This dueling male sounding vocal may be her voice electronically altered or an uncredited partner in crime, but it works incredibly well against the higher notes. Heather Leigh’s music seems to be expanding by increments with every release. Now where’s my solo harmonica CD-R?
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