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If a reviewer titles his scribblings this way, this does not run against the tide of his admiration for this amazing duo. Rather, it nods in the direction of the deeply introspective tone of the lyrics of this album, prone as they are towards examining the unseemly part of the human heart, both those of the writers and of the flawed human beings they know.
Along the way, the Girls treat us to fabulous harmonies not usually associated with the anger and political awareness they bring to their craft. You could love the music on this album without knowing anything of the Indigo Girls or their project. That may be among the higher compliments that a CD can earn for its makers.
The Girls are at their best when celebrating a moment on the road, lost amid the big horizons of nature, as in ‘Southeast in the Springtime’. It is possible to lose onself in a song like this, coming up for air and a giggle only when confronted with a line like ‘When God made me a Yankee he was teasin’.
The, there is the (auto?)-biographical inspection of track ten’s ‘The Girl with the Weight of the World in her Hands’, a brilliant summary of narcissism and its concentric waves of self-obsession.
It seems impossible, having enjoyed IG since the mid-90s, that this CD is now *seventeen* years old. It’s warm harmonies sound as though they were composed yesterday. Its clean-ness signals something of a fresh start to the enthusiast who returns to it after occupying the ears with other, busier things. It rings, like those Texas waters, with confidence and reason.
Canter Bridge 
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