Leather And Lace

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Rebecca Ramone likens her music to the sounds of a Texas strip club, but we’ll to venture to say that you don’t have to have a pole between your legs or a $1 bill in your hand to appreciate the Torontonian’s sultry blues. If you like to ease into things, start with Worryin, where the static burn of guitar, the dusty stomp of drums and the amiable wheeze of a Hammond organ combine for a sweet, shuffling groove. Here, Ramone transforms her powerhouse voice into a feline coo that brushes over the words. She can purr when she wants to, but you’ll soon discover that the singer is more inclined to yowl. Back In My Bed is less a wish than a demand”a blistering blues rock summons that will have your fur standing upright. On El Camino, Ramone warns the listener that she has a pistol at the hip of her pink underwear. Whether she’s whipping you with guitar lashes in The Flood or transfixing you with her caterwaul in Like I Knew, Ramone aims to make you hurt so good. We think you’ll like being in her crosshairs.