Jen Korte's new album is, like, um ... wow! Just freaking wow!
So a few weeks ago, I got a note from my pal Jonathan Bitz, who was raving about Jen Korte & the Loss's new record. In his succinct, inimitable, articulate style, he told me everything I needed to know about the album in the expanse of just five words: "absolutely beautiful. restrained. spacious. dynamic." I trust Jonathan's sensibilities implicitly, mainly because our tastes so often overlap. Needless to day, I've been absolutely dying to hear the disc for myself ever since. As luck would have it, Korte stopped by last night with a few copies of her forthcoming self-titled release. Color me impressed! Jonathan's assessment was -- unsurprisingly -- spot on. Only I'd add mature, alluring, impassioned, lush and provocative to his list of adjectives. The album won't be released for another month, but I simply couldn't resist giving you the tiniest of peeks -- a, ahem, fleeting glimpse, as it were, of "Fleeting," my favorite track from the record, which features Korte throwing down an F-bomb with a confident, sure-handed expressiveness and believability not heard since Ryan Adams on "Come Pick Me Up."