With a sophomore album title worthy of Lee Hazelwood or John Fahey, a swooping, tenor-throated vocal style as invigorating as the late Jeff Buckley's and songwriting/arranging smarts steeped equally in lush late '60s/early '70s grandeur and contemporary post-rock/avant-folk, Brooklyn's Chris Lee could be a poster boy for today's increasingly crowded "reach exceeds grasp" movement. On paper, that is; while at least 90 percent of indie CDs fail the artistic litmus test (the "if this were a cassette billed as a demo tape 10 years ago, would I still pay money to own it?" scrutiny), Lee not only makes the grade, he should be teaching seminars to other... More >>>