This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Duluth, Minn., is south of where I live. But you’d think it was the Arctic Circle after listening to this chilly sophomore CD from icy singer-songwriter Jessica Bailiff.
You can practically see the frost on Bailiff’s breath as she coolly croons like Julee Cruise over a white-out backdrop of synths that swirl and drift, brittle guitars that glisten like icicles in the January sun and sweeping melodies that advance with all the speed and elegance of a lazy glacier. Is it slo-fi? Sno-fi is more like it.
