After listening to Katie Moores record, youd think the curly-haired nymph roots herself in Albertas snowy forests, that she finds solace in Saskatchewans canola fields. But, of course, youd be wrong. The folk/roots/alt-country princess actually calls Montreal her home, and its here where her dazzling jazz/cabaret undertones come into play, weaving themselves into her melancholic reflections of wide open spaces and ordinary happenings. Only Thing Worse is like wandering through Moores thoughts, right from her growing pains ("Getting Older) and fears of losing innocent insight to her personal accounts of the everyday people who go unnoticed ("The Waiter). Theres no doubting that Moores voice is one of a kind, a sort of angelic call in the stormy and emotional wilderness that is modern country music. If Nathans Keri Latimer was actually a woodland goddess, shed sound just like Katie Moore.
(Borealis)Katie Moore
Only Thing Worse
BY Amanda AshPublished Nov 21, 2007