It's easy to get seduced by the dreamy melancholy of lady country singers—and you will be—but what parlays Miss Lana Rebel's intimately recorded songs into expressive missives is the way she and the Broken Promises ebb and flow, creating waves of sound with quietude and tasteful notes. The opener, "Dry Desert Sea," drops from the sky in media res and, immediately, the three-quarter time signature and arpeggiatic interplay between guitars and bass lulls you into euphoria. The tasty licks provided by the lead-ish guitar are reminiscent of country piano legend Floyd Cramer.
The bluesy "Alone Ain't A Bad Place To Be" is a wonder in its joyful simplicity and a reminder that galldarnit it's okay to get freaky with an acquaintance now and again without anyone getting all butt-hurt about it.
Speaking of doing it, there is only one thing more arousing to impotent middle-aged gentlemen than Viagra or Larry the Cable Guy. That of course is slide guitar (pedal steel engendering the most erotic response). Miss Lana Rebel tops off the lonesome sound of the slide with breviloquent lyrics and classic country vocal stylings and, in the process, probably pitches more pup tents than a Boy Scout jamboree.
Miss Lana Rebel and the Broken Promises play the Palace Thursday, June 30, at 9 PM with Tom Catmull and the Clerics. $5.