Celeste: Woman of Faces

Right off the first line on the opening track, “On With the Show,” Celeste sings, “And so… Got a feeling I should go.” Her gruff voice and articulate phrasing sound just like Billie Holiday. The piano plays behind her throughout with an occasional bass and subtle strings following her. She turns up an octave on the bridge: “There’s the swell of strings, the choir in constant rage / It’s the pit that sets the time, but we never see them play.” Damn!

On “Keep Smiling,” a strumming guitar accompanies her while the lust orchestra backs her up. Again she channels Lady Day in phrasing fascinating lyrics: “Curved at the edges, first in a frown / Held like the truth is there in my mouth.”

On the title track, “Woman of Faces,” the piano accompanies her as she sings, “She is a woman of all faces / Works so hard just to be replaced with / Who really cares what she’s made of?” The tune progresses into swelling and hypnotizing orchestration.

Most of the recordings on this album has an orchestra element except for “Could Be Machine,” which has a wild drum machine. The chorus has a child-like melody in which her voice fights against the marching drums, “Could be laughing right now, could be laughing right now / Could we be machine? Could we be machine?”

I had been listening to Woman of Faces every time I hit the road early in the morning when the sun was still down, but it could have been fantastic to enjoy at night with a glass of whiskey. I tried not to drink much these days so I could focus on skiing and snowboarding. If my gout flares up, I am done.