Golden Apples of the Sun

AMG Review of Golden Apples of the Sun

J. Allen
All Music Guide

It's not easy being a great folksinger -- you've got to walk a tightrope across a musical minefield where the slightest misstep can find you wallowing in post-Joan Baez warble, drowning in affectation ŕ la Martha Wainwright, or perishing in any number of other aesthetic pitfalls. Only a precious few learn to master that high-wire act; Kate Wolf, Linda Thompson, and Iris DeMent are some of the names on the short list, but Golden Apples of the Sun makes a strong case for the addition of Caroline Herring. Pitched at a point equidistant between honeyed and throaty, her warm, measured tones consistently deliver just the right emotional effect whether she's transforming the songs of others or bringing her own to the table. The ominous minor-key strum that introduces her version of the Cyndi Lauper hit "True Colors" is a sonic red herring that makes you certain you're about to hear Nirvana's "Come as You Are," but Herring's takeover of the song is so complete that it scarcely registers as a cover, even by the time it hits the chorus. She performs similar feats even on well-trod territory like "Long Black Veil" and "See See Rider." The law of averages would seem to demand that so gifted an interpreter would stumble when it came to her own compositions, but here, too, Herring beats the odds. As her dedications to W.B. Yeats and Walter Anderson indicate, she's no stranger to poetry, and her own songs stay well clear of lyrical tropes while remaining musically within the basic folk template. On this latter count, the understated production proves to be a boon, placing the emphasis squarely on Herring's voice and guitar, shading it only occasionally with subtle accompaniment. So how long can Herring keep her balance in the rarefied realm she currently occupies? Let's hope the answer is "indefinitely."