
Lauren Jenkins
No Saint
(Big Machine)
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
Sheโs got the voice, the looks, the road experience and the promotional heft (slick videos, eye-catching web page) of the appropriately named Big Machine label behind her. But is there enough natural talent in Lauren Jenkins to push her to the top of the new-artist heap on her debut release? Perhaps, but youโll need to dig below the sheen slathered over most of the ten tunes on her first official release to find it.
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Jenkins jumps out of her career-starting gates with a breakup album, arguably a questionable if honestly inspired move. The opening rocker โGive Up The Ghostโ laments that her lover canโt shake the presence of an earlier relationship (โBut two of us is one too many/ Open the door and set her freeโ). She then moves into a treatise on unrequited love (โYouโll never know โฆ how I see your face in every crowdโ). There are also tunes about drugging and drinking with โPaydayโ (โIโm drinkinโ my payday awayโ), one about โMy Barโ (invaded by an ex with a new girlfriend) and two songs that disconcertingly name-check the same famous brand of booze (โMakerโs Mark and Youโ is the title of one) in a rather brazen example of product placement.
Adding to the somewhat clichรฉd subject matter, there are references to hitting the highway with โCadillacโ (โDrive all night โtil I wake up somewhere with the world behind meโ) and โRunning Out Of Road,โ also not exactly fresh concepts. Four producers along with a bunch of veteran studio musicians craft these selections with each song crediting at least one co-writer, most having two and a few with three.
Thankfully, Jenkins boasts a distinctive, always believable, earthy presence to overcome some of these shortcomings. Her voice ranges from a grainy Stevie Nicks whisper in the title-track ballad, to a slicker, brassier Sheryl Crow-styled croon. The melodies generally stick. At least a few, like the terrific mid-tempo ballad โRunning Out Of Roadโ and the zippy โYouโll Never Know,โ sport instantly sing-along-able choruses that hang around long after the last notes have faded. The gripping closer โBloodโ has the singer watching a friend self-destruct through drugs and drink (โDo another line of cocaine โฆ โcause the whisky done worn offโ) and the title track finds her grappling with forgiveness of the protagonist from a broken relationship.
Thereโs little question this would sound better with less overall sonic tinkering, rawer production and a grittier sound. But if we were to criticize all singer-songwriters for creating ear-pleasing commercial music with major label assistance, some of our most treasured icons like Tom Petty or Dolly Parton would be just as guilty.
Which leaves Lauren Jenkins as a capable, undoubtedly gifted new face that, perhaps with time and less help/interference from the star-making machinery, will reveal herself as an organic force to be reckoned with.








