Oh my god! Joanna Newsom is one the most fantastic songsters I have ever heard. Seriously. She sings songs of communal discomforts while spiriting in hope for the masses underneath the cloud of a polluted sky. “Should we go outside?” she sings on “Sprout and the Bean.” “The difference between the sprout and the bean – it is a golden ring. It is a twisted string.”

Joanna Newsom – Sprout & the Bean – Peach, Plum, Pear
Newsom plucks a harp while singing her twisted melodies, enchanting the giants that reside inside castles or even the giants inside the small apartment buildings in Minneapolis.

I could see Newsom singing in Medieval Europe to vast audiences. She is a rare blend of rugged talent mixed with advanced musicianship brought by years of toil alone with her harp.

Her album is mezmerizing throughout as she lifts rocks and stones to save the worms and moss trapped beneath. She provides the listener with the protection of a mother/queen/lion.

“I killed my dinner with karate – kick ‘em in the face, taste the body. Shallow work is the work that I do.” Newsome states on “The Book of Right On”. Do you really need more proof of Newsom’s bad-assness??!

Summary: Newsom kicks major ass. She is big and powerful. She plays the harp. And she kills her dinner every morning.