Lucie Tesnière

This was well worth the long wait. Lucie Silvas has made the best album of the year. This is pretty much a guarantee for anyone. Every song from beginning to end is just incredible. Gorgeous vocals from one of best Nashville voices. This album reminds of the phenomenal Brandi Carlile.

In 1981, when I was four years old, Maestro Josef Palenicek gave a recital in the Czech town of Teplice where I lived with my parents at that time. Since he had been my mother's piano teacher at the Prague Music Academy and their relationship had deepened and warmed throughout the years, he accepted my mother's offer to stay at our house. That evening was to be an unforgettable and infuencing moment in my life.

With a building sheath of synth and down on it groove, Lucie Silvas digs in on "Kite," the reckless kind of women who knows no fear.

With a building sheath of synth and down on it groove, Lucie Silvas digs in on "Kite," the reckless kind of women who knows no fear. Pounding, pumping, thumping, this is a dance song about a woman getting gone, an admonition to a lover that shows the New Zealand/United Kingdom-grown songstress isn't afraid to throw down. Not that everything the dusty blond lifts her voice to lands that aggressive. For the irrepressible Silvas who can tempest and coo, it's about hitting the emotions bull's eye that lends an immediacy to the songs on E.G.O, the utterly independent project that follows her critically acclaimed Letters To Ghosts.