With Father, her sixth album, American artist Brisa Roché delivers her most personal and accomplished record to date. A gem of minimalist folk, haunted by the singer's unique voice and produced by the great John Parish (To Bring You my Love by PJ Harvey), it evokes a twilight, ghostly atmosphere, like Gothic Americana.
Father is an extraordinary project. In it, Brisa Roché sings about the immense, impossible, almost incestuous love she felt as a child and teenager in Northern California for her father (who died when she was 16), a drug dealer who recited poetry and lived life to the fullest, a charismatic and scandalous adventurer with countless conquests.
Through vignettes that take us to wooden cabins lost in the forest (48) or to the backseats of cars parked in front of liquor stores, Brisa Roché proves herself to be an accomplished songwriter, capable of the most beautiful lyrics, both personal and universal. We are as close to the lava as possible. And, damn, it burns.