D.C.songwriter Lee Wilhoit provides the plimsoulsy guitar riff that opens last match, a catchy song Cerick coolly introduces with: one. Two. One. Two. Catch a groove. Her full but sweet voice stands out most on a sparse, confessional tune backed by co-producer Phil Stevenson's national steel. The singer desperately begs god to let her sleep tonight and wake up to a good dream. Cerick wrote tracks and one hidden track, and she rarely misfires, delivering songs that are often hard to digest but well worth the listen.
A veteran of several D.C.-area rock bands and the leader of the conveyors of pain. Dana cerick has released her debut album for Baltimore-based sam records, home of Kevin Johnson the linemen among others. The title suggests honky-tonk with a good dose of heartache-fuled humor. The album provides plenty of the latter, but it is far removed from honky-tonk hardwood floors. Think smart indie-pop with a little Liz Phair and a little Juliana Hatfield, performed by a rocker who enjoys playing her guitar loud every so often.
