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Album review: Renee Reed – ‘Renee Reed’: an excellent, ethereal debut from Louisiana folk chanteuse

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WITH her stunning, graceful, mysterious debut album out tomorrow on Keeled Scales, Louisianan folk riser musician Renée Reed has dropped a fourth and final single to usher you into the scented finery of her world; watch the video for “I Saw A Ghost” below. “I Saw A Ghost” rings true with the four-track ambience which pervades her home-recorded …

Renée Reed’s debut is spun from very clever finery; a flow of tracks, folky and so American and yet so European, psychedelic in the way Devendra is, spectral in the way Marissa Nadler so is; Espers, but less mushroomy. Renée: she’s such a talent. I’m not sure if I want to wake from this particular spell.

WE’RE just a fortnight, a little more, away from the release of Renée Reed’s self-titled debut album, one on which she reveals a mysterious, perfumed songwriting aesthetic, steeped in the Cajun culture she grew up within. And today’s she’s dropped a third single from that album, “Neboj”; it’s a languid thrill, as you can hear …

HAILING from Lafayette, Louisiana, Renée Reed has followed up her excellent first single, “Fast One”, with a French language track, “Où est la fée” today. It’s the first song she’s released in French, reflecting her roots in the culture of her home state; and we’re told it’s one of two such on her self-titled debut album, out next month …

I could use a road trip right about now, and Sun June‘s new, beautiful tapestry of an album ‘Somewhere‘ would be playing on repeat throughout. It’s a prom record you never knew you needed, achingly bringing you back to a time where your youth would cry out for change. You could be travelling through the …

Big Thief guitarist presents a new album of (mostly) quiet Americana lullabies

HAILING from Lafayette, Louisiana, Renée Reed has signed for Austin label Keeled Scales and released a single, the impressionistic, delightfully dreamy alt.folk of “Fast One”. Listen below. It’s a many-faceted thing for something as apparently simple as a one-woman-with-guitar folk tune; it has, by turns, a sleepy blurriness, a pillowside intimacy, the sort of mantric guitar …