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Eleanor McEvoy – Alone

Lisa Bentley


The 9th studio album from Irish singer Eleanor McEvoy is set to be released September 9th and with it we get a very introspective series of songs, ones we have heard before but re-recorded to give a more personal and intimate feel.

Acoustic in the delivery, McEvoy has set about telling stories with her songs.  Intro track Did I Hurt You reveals the worst side of herself as she questions the responsibility she owns in the failing of a relationship.  It is raw, much like What’s Her Name which again reveals the ugly side to a person in (and out) of a relationship.  McEvoy’s softer side is seen in A Woman’s Heart, a track she has previously recorded and which again discloses a usually hidden side to the psyche.  The songs are, for want of a more profound word, honest.

You won’t find power notes on this album or sustained vocals; it is stripped back with its strength shown in its restrained delivery.  It is almost as if pages of a diary have been ripped out and passed around for the audience to read.  Her mellifluous Irish twang does create a sweet memorable vocal which suits the style of acoustic recording.

McEvoy’s Alone is not musically outstanding – harsh though this may seem it comes from a positive perspective, the music is nonaggressive and underpins the vocals rather than dominating them.  With that though, they are not dramatic, nor do you hear the money notes from McEvoy.  It is, however, an album which does play up to McEvoy’s skills and adeptness as a contemplative lyricist. This is a skill which she has harnessed over her nine album recording career.  One that cannot and should never be moderated – a price or a critique cannot be chained to life experience which is essentially what this album is, a lifetime of experience.

Recorded in a tranquil recording studio in Norfolk, Eleanor McEvoy created the album in an environment with no pressure.  She had the freedom to make the genus of music that she felt comfortable with, no time constraints or musical direction.  A record in which you are privy to her own world.