With a strong opening track like Free, The Weather Station (aka Tamara Lindeman) has already set a certain precedent for the rest of the album, which is often a dicey little game. The husky guitars are perfectly complimented with Lindeman’s kind vocals. An engaging contrast of rugged and soft, capturing our full attention and the hopes of it being maintained (not to mention carrying on from her stellar last album).
There are stirrings of Joni Mitchell apparent throughout the album, both with the vocals and musicality which are executed successfully with Lindeman’s own unique take. It’s all over Thirty as well as You and I (On The Other Side Of The World), the use of strings in the latter adding a warmth and depth to her storytelling. They’re the strongest shades in an album that makes few mistakes, with Lindeman introspective yet never exclusive. Not a bad way to be when you’re creating a self-titled masterpiece.
The Weather Station still retains the Americana loved in her previous work, but with an updated, personal, and modern twist without relying heavily on guitars. From the very first track all the way through to gentle trot of Black Flies or the piano-and-strings marvel I Don’t Know What To Say, this is an album that speaks to personal experiences of all kind, that finds comfort in the mundane and relatable, and in no way waivers or loses direction from the simplicity of both life or sound. Out of all the albums to name after the artist herself, The Weather Station certainly made the right decision to put her name to this immaculate statement.