Joan as a Police Woman

The twelfth of her studio albums, Lemons, Limes, and Orchids is a crowning showcase of Joan's voice in all its metamorphic splendour. “I was ready to make an album that truly featured my voice. The basics were recorded like they used to be- with me singing live along with the band. My good friend said told me this is the sexiest album I’ve ever made. Honestly, I think she’s right. The record is a nocturne about love and loss — what else is there? — and a reckoning with our collective disorientation, part hymn to holding on and part benediction of letting go. Joan has toured the globe, performing in dive bars and symphony halls, at independent music festivals and on the BBC, and has collaborated with a kaleidoscope of luminaries, including Lou Reed, Rufus Wainwright, Tony Allen, Damon Albarn, John Cale, Laurie Anderson, Sufjan Stevens, Anohni, Beck, Meshell Ndegeocello, Toshi Reagon, David Byrne, and Daniel Johnston. She has participated in three Africa Express trips, teaches at NYU’s Clive Davis Institute of Recorded Music, lives in Brooklyn, and loves the world.

Joan as Police Woman - Joanthology (2019) {Deluxe triple CD set, PIAS PIASR1085CDX}
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Rock / Alternative / Indie Rock / Indie Pop

Joan Wasser, better known as Joan As Police Woman, will release JOANTHOLOGY, a three-CD retrospective in May. Spanning the last fifteen years, this set pulls tracks from all five official studio albums – Real Life (2006) , To Survive (2008), The Deep Field (2011), The Classic (2014) and last year’s Damned Devotion. Additionally, it features songs from Cover, the fairly limited release from 2009, the 2016 collaboration with Benjamin Lazar Davis Let It Be You and My Gurl from the debut EP.

The common criticism of Joan Wasser is that she slinks too close to AOR blandness; that she is, essentially, alt-Adele. Yet with all due kudos to the mighty Ms Adkins, you’d be unlikely to hear her sing, as Wasser does on the psychedelically angry clatter of The Silence: “My body, my choice, her body, her choice”. An irrepressible smoothie she may be, but like her airier Canadian contemporary Feist, she’s got spikes.