I came across an artist I had never heard of before on The Brink today, and wanted to share the find. Marianne Nowottny is her name. And I thought, after reading a review likening her to Kate Bush, that she would be yet another in a long line of young, overencouraged mediocre women making run-of-the-mill pop rock, and trying to howl, tremble and snarl through the fancy production quality just like one of their predessesors; those queens of early nineties woman-rock who paved the way for forgettable, lyrically immature shit to flood top 40 radio for years. Thanks Kate, Tori, Bjork, PJ and Liz. Truth is, there will be no one like you. But the refreshing thing about Marianne Nowottny is: she's not trying. This girl could have been Warhol's pet, she's so pretty-ugly and bad-good. Is that a drawn on beauty mark above her smirky mouth? Is that a Casio? Is that her real name? Fabulous. How New York. I adore.
Look her up on myspace, or Google her. She's something else. I find her experimental piano/string work mesmorizing, and her voice vintage and fragile. Her new album is definitely more pop than world easy listening, so that will be nice. Here's a vid of one of the new tracks:
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