Terre Roche is a Blabbermouth. Or so she confesses since emerging from the Roches. Her 1998 solo release is a startling musical landscape of secret places in the heart of a masterful storyteller. Like a pointillist aural portrait, each dot is an amalgam of tragi-comic circumstance. As in the title track, which draws simile between the crescendo of silence when a tree falls in the forest -- or when a heart breaks -- and no one is there to hear, the songs unreel like mini-movies about lives about to unravel on the road to redemption. Self-produced by Nobody, the CD nevertheless carries the imprint of its auteur: a winking, self-deprecating sense of irony, underscored by unwavering guitar virtuosity, and spare but elegant vocals... joined on 3 by her sister Maggie, recalling that magical mix of voices from their debut LP, 2+ decades ago. We're lucky Terre didn't follow her own advice on her song Blabbermouth where she urges 'everybody hold on to your secrets'... Our lives are enriched by her inability to hold onto hers.

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