After drawing on Greek tragedies and MGM musicals for her earlier albums, it would be hard for
Julia Holter
to find loftier sources of inspiration. On
Have You in My Wilderness
, she recasts her ambition to a more intimate scale: where her previous album
Loud City Song
had the heft of a novel, these songs play like a collection of short stories. Indeed,
Holter
remains as literary as ever; her influences include
Christopher Isherwood
's The Berlin Stories -- with
taking a sultry, Sally Bowles-meets-
Nico
turn on the torchy "How Long" -- as well as the novella Chance Acquaintances by
Colette
, whose Gigi begat
.
Wilderness
' bite-sized approach makes it easier to savor the breathtaking beauty of
's music, and fits her meditations on closeness and distance. The "you" and "me" implied in the album title are united, and separated, by unpredictable emotions ("Show me how you make your second face," she urges a lover on "Night Song"). While songs like the charming opener "Feel You," which offers a glimpse of a rainy day in Mexico City with a companion who might not even be real, aren't strictly autobiographical, they feel genuine.
started this warming trend, most palpably on the gorgeous, slow-motion deconstruction of
Barbara Lewis
' "Hello Stranger." A similar tenderness graces
' title track: even as
asks "Why do I feel you running away?" she sounds nearer than ever, thanks to producer
Cole Marsden Greif-Neill
's spotlight on her vocals. The clarity of her voice matches the immediacy of her writing, which manifests itself in remarkably catchy songs like "Everytime Boots"' country-pop, and in some of her most sensuous imagery. She notes how sweet a boxful of oranges smells, and how clear water looks; indeed, water is at the heart of
, from the flow of its songs to the way its characters are surrounded and isolated by it. "Lucette Stranded on the Island" sounds as beautiful, vast, and dangerous as the sea, with angelic strings, piano, and harmonies giving a deceptive sweetness to its tale of a woman robbed and left to die by her lover. "Sea Calls Me Home" dives into uneasy freedom as
cries "I can't swim!" while the harpsichords from
the Beach Boys
' "God Only Knows" compel her deeper into the waves. As always,
's adventurous choices are much more than theoretical exercises. The escalating strings and prepared piano ratchet the tension of "Betsy on the Roof" to almost unbearable levels, while "Vasquez"'s spacy jazz fusion is fittingly mercurial as it ponders who the good and bad guys really are. While it's tempting to say
is her most personal music yet, it might be more accurate to say that it's her most approachable: this time, her brilliance demands a lot from her listeners, but also meets them more than halfway. [
was also released on LP.] ~ Heather Phares