I don't know if Holly Golightly has seen Kevin Bacon's new film, but she was in a band with Billy Childish, who used to date Tracey Emin, who once did a piece called "Fighting For Love", and I own that. I also own Footloose
Truly She Is None Other is nothing like Footloose, but it's the same sort of raw rock that ministers dismiss. The guitars sound dirty, the vocals are sultry, and the beats are like stockings soaked with spilled beer -- they have character, they smell sweet, and they want the listener to tear them asunder. Truly follow a line of similar roots-rocked albums, but it's Golightly's most genuine, dark-struttin' My Generation-type record to date ("Time will tell if I survive / I'd rather be dead than just pretend I'm alive"). She's the old-souled woman who would have made Brian Jones swoon, and she's in her element with guitar in hand, poised to deliver a Kinks cover.
"Tell Me Now So I Know" is probably the album's most revealing track, because Golightly's original songs compete against Johnny Cash, Sun, and the smokiest bars. You'll love them, as you do the sister songs they recall, but such tunes have as much style as drama, and style is unnecessary. "Tell Me Now" is young Kinks, bereft of the pouffy puffery. It's three minutes of sensual power, and Holly's voice is unbelievable. She lays the lyrics down over the chords like she's slept with them, and the band plays like they're in stereo for the first time. It rings like a historic moment.
Truly dismisses retro flavor in favor of well-seasoned attitude; Golightly's personality and vocals resonate so loudly that every song seems fresh. Five guitarists share six-string chores with Golightly, and each could have played with Elvis. All belt blues and soul from two chords, and make drummer Bruce Brand beat his drums to pieces to keep apace. It took a few listens to uncover my infatuation with Truly, as it's hard to adapt to a new record that's authentic rubber soul. Golightly proves that the past is malleable enough to accept her songs of the future as their own, and she makes that glorious cry -- "Rock and roll will never die!" -- come off like something substantial, mighty and real. Truly She Is None Other but the goods.