Katy J Pearson Return CD

It isn't especially obvious which year you fell asleep in, nor which one you're moving through in dreamland, but two things are for sure: you're definitely asleep, and you definitely won't be getting much further in this beat up, broken down Mustang. You've seen enough low-rent Westerns to know that a swing-doored, spit-and-sawdust bar waits for you somewhere off in the shimmering heat lines of the horizon.

Inside, a sublime voice — stardust and moonshine, perhaps pressed into the wax five decades ago, or perhaps only last week — wafts from a jukebox grille, regaling you with tales of tight hearts, needles in haystacks, cloudy night skies, minor miracles, rodeo kings and bolted horses. You don't know it yet, but the orator of these tales is Katy J Pearson, and the songs which soundtrack your hazy, slumber-induced solitude are those of her debut album, Return.

With the release of Return, the clouds are finally parting on a talent which has long nurtured itself in the grey. Katy J Pearson drives out from the murk on full beam: songwriter, guitarist, vocalist, and without doubt, the one behind the wheel.