This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
If Edie Brickell is a volcano, she’s been a dormant one — it’s been nearly 10 years since we last heard from the former New Bohemian.
It’s not like she’s been lazy — after her band split in the early ’90s, she married Paul Simon, had a couple of kids and put her career aside to be a stay-at-home mom. Which is, of course, totally cool and highly commendable. But here’s the problem: If you’re only going to record once a decade — for any reason — your album should be awesome in virtually every respect. Which the introspective and completely non-volatile Volcano is not. It’s just another batch of Brickell’s rootsy, Rickie Lee-meets-Joni pop, from its earthy vocals and jazzy guitar licks (Edie’s been taking lessons) to its neo-boho textures and stylish grooves. Hell, its title might even remind you of Rickie Lee Jones’ Girl At Her Volcano. If that’s all she’s got, few fans will be impatiently waiting until 2013 for Edie to come to life again.