It seems that the chronic outbursts of "Myra Lee" were recorded during the same sessions that generated Cat Power's first album: "Dear Sir". Yet the tracks on "Myra Lee", released a year later in 1996, turn out to be more cerebral, like dark, torrid storms raging relentlessly over the tempo and lyrics of the songs. Demonic beats and muffled opaque distortions rage and disappear at will, in the grip of insane and uncontrollable tempestuous whims. It is precisely in the midst of this sound apocalypse that we find her: Chan Marshall, also known as Cat Power, who sings her disillusionment with exasperated cries, as if she had a sharp, vile piece of glass lodged between her ribs. And there must be, I'm sure, some perverse demon that enjoys twisting it among her wounds. Because her voice contorts, occasionally resettles, and then falls back into cries that are sometimes almost inhuman. And it’s as though I can see them, her veiled lips, parted in grimaces of pain, while they birth and at the same time repudiate those sick and unreal phrases.

Quite some time has passed by now, and Cat Power’s laments seem to have quieted definitively. Her latest works show us that: "The Greatest" and "Jukebox", exquisitely subdued for sure, like her current voice, but perhaps too weak in certain aspects. And I miss the "first" Cat Power. Not only the one from "Myra Lee" but also (and perhaps even more so) the one from "Moon Pix", which I consider her ultimate and absolute masterpiece. Not to mention, of course, "You Are Free", which of all the distinctive elements of her early career, represents the perfect synthesis. And who knows, maybe those of "Myra Lee" were just adolescent spasms now overcome, unlikely to return.

But fortunately, music is capable of preserving and accompanying its offspring intact over time. Some age well, others remain trapped among the dazzling fashions of their time, and others, like "Myra Lee", do not age at all. This is why when we re-listen to "old" albums like this one, we often find them incredibly younger and more alive than those present. I have often wondered what the secrets of this perfect preservation might be. Most probably, the sincere necessity to express oneself through music with universal themes and a significant detachment from the influences that poison our time are fundamental ingredients. And the shocking and debilitating cries of "Myra Lee", raw and unadulterated as presented by the American singer-songwriter, are not temporally placeable. They were an integral part of her state then, and they might well be part of ours now. And it is precisely the spontaneous and uncontrolled liberation that is the best way to express one's condition in music. Only this way can the listener, unconsciously and immediately, recognize themselves in what they hear. Cat Power did all this excellently in "Myra Lee" and the beauty is that most likely she couldn't help it.

Tracklist Lyrics and Samples

01   Enough (05:44)

My intuition said it was
My intuition said it was fair
All you should know there's
Not enough to go around

Here they go again
I can see 'em
As they try they try to take it out on me
Here they go again I can
Watch closer now
I can watch closer now

They can't find enough
To take enough from me
They can't find enough
To take enough from me
Guess I go down

Said it wasn't but I guess it was
Say it wasn't but I guess it ends

Here they go again
I can, try, try

My Intuition knocked again fair
All you should know by now is there's
Not enough to go around

But I never go that way
The other half of me said I should
Throw it down the drain
Throw it down the drain

They can't find enough
To take enough from me
They can't find enough
To take enough from me

I've seen the hordes of war
Looking down that drain
At your heart
Here they go and they try

02   We All Die (05:03)

03   Great Expectations (04:21)

04   Top Expert (03:20)

05   Ice Water (03:41)

06   Still in Love (03:31)

07   Rockets (04:44)

08   Faces (05:01)

Looking out across the next few days
I can see, nothing
Looking out across the next few year
I can see, they're gonna go by fast
Looking out across the next few days
Smoke's gonna clear slowly
Looking out across the next few days
I can see, they're gonna go by fast
They're gonna go by
Lying for, me
So I won't hear a thing
To bat me back
So I'll notice some grave thing
I'm not made of successful things
I'm not made of successful things
I'm not made of success
I've got what it takes
I've got what it takes
To rest
To rest
To rest
But I'm still around
Looking across the faces I've know
I can see
Nothing
Looking out across my family members
I know they miss me
I know they must miss me
Never had a lot of fun
Better things to do around the house
Never had a lot of fun
Better things to do without
Lying for, me
So I won't hear a thing
To bat me back
So I'll notice some grave thing
I'm not made of successful things

09   Fiance (00:33)

[ INSTRUMENTAL ]

10   Wealthy Man (05:10)

11   Not What You Want (05:29)

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