A step down from the platform of great female singers of exultation -- Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Beyonce -- and soon you encounter the sad slacker divas.
Chan Marshall, who records under the name Cat Power, and Beth Orton, are among the best. Both have similar-sounding, slouchy-beautiful, middle-range voices. Both are about 10 years into their careers. Each has an exceptional new album: The Greatest by Marshall (Matador Records), which comes out later this month, and Orton's Comfort of Strangers (Astralwerks), to be released Feb. 7. In both cases, the artists have changed bands, changed sounds and dropped some of their pretenses, though luckily for us, not all of them. In both cases, these albums are the best work of their lives.
Chan Marshall is the rare female pop singer who hides her own attractiveness. She has a large audience by the standards of indie rock, though no one could accuse her of being popular. Marshall started playing guitar at 19, formed Cat Power when she was 20, and in 1995, at 22, made an EP as a trio with the guitarist Tim Foljahn and Sonic Youth's drummer, Steve Shelley, called Dear Sir.
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Hers was a hurt, disembodied, voice, operating on lulling frequencies over draggy tempos, like old Neil Young without the sense of direction. She sang about being all jammed up inside, about counterintuition, things adding up to nothing. (Consequently, she found a devoted audience among college-aged listeners.) She didn't convey defiance or rejuvenation or youthful suffering. She just sounded like she was blankly persevering.
Her songs seemed to ignore linear time. They could be beautiful for a minute, and then fall off the aesthetic grid, like music from some dim point in the future, after there had ceased to be any point in making music.
There is no shortage of anecdotes about disastrous Cat Power shows. At times she hasn't been able, or willing, to start or finish more than a couple of songs. She plays with her hair, tells feeble jokes and lapses into embarrassing silences. Finally, it all resembles a performance in front of a mirror in a child's bedroom, and last too long to seem accidental. At the end of one memorable show, she apologized, profusely and too contritely, as if the audience might form a line and personally forgive her.
Natural, manipulative, naked, pretentious; too much ego, or not enough; a beautiful voice that is at times ineptly handled; a complex series of beginnings that never got off the ground; the sense of being at least one paradigm ahead of the audience, and of being infantile at the same time: The logic at work gets revealed slowly.
It's a spectacularly difficult posture to keep interesting. But Marshall has grown. Her first full album, What Would the Community Think, was a brittle but workable blueprint. On Moon Pix, from 1998, her voice became more authoritative, and members of the Australian group the Dirty Three added a seasick sound. The Covers Record, all interpretations of other people's music, sounded monochromatic, but her song choices were not: Lou Reed, the swamp-pop anthem Sea of Love, the traditional folk songs Kingsport Town and Salty Dog.
By 2003, she was recording with actual rock stars (Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam and Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins from Foo Fighters). The rhythm grew a little more controlled. But the songs remained stark and intractable; her records remained places where sloppiness and lethargy could be noble. She was floating in a world of no solutions, still waging a war against musical development and easy explication.
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Around the time of Cat Power's first album, Beth Orton formed a band. Tall and bashful-looking, she had come into music in the early 1990s through the gates of English electro-nica. One of her early producers was William Orbit.
By 1997, with the help of the producer Victor Van Vugt, she had realized her sound, an equal mix of folk and electronics. Her first album, Trailer Park, contained dazzling stretches in which she blithely glided through her words in a reedy, tired but earnest voice. It was a delicate project.
A coincidental development all but smothered it. At just that moment, that sound -- acoustic instruments woven into larger orchestrations of strings and electronic noises and mild DJ techniques -- became the sound of high-end commerce, the acceptable and unavoidable background for pricey cafes and boutiques. Soon the Brazilian singer Bebel Gilberto made a popular album with the same blend of roots and electronics, Tanto Tempo, and Sade made the soft rhythm-and-blues version, Lovers Rock.
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Orton's sound wasn't special anymore. By Daybreaker, in 2003, she was being overtaken by modish production techniques, and her voice started to sound poky. (The album was a mild chart success in England, and had some radio play in America on Triple-A radio -- short for the Adult Album Alternative format -- between Alison Krauss and Norah Jones.) Live, playing with a tight band that included cello, violin and acoustic bass, she could still be impressive. But her records became shinier, aimed at club kids and the charts, much more fickle targets than Marshall's fans.
Chan Marshall is now 33, Beth Orton 35. Their audiences are beginning to age. It's pop's version of a midlife crisis, and it comes early. These days, indie-pop is only slightly less forgiving than the big time. A provocateur who no longer provokes is an embarrassment, Triple-A radio is a benign bore, and the very thought of adult-contemporary anything freezes the blood. But both have found ways to adapt to those audiences, and it wasn't sincerity. (They deserve more credit than that.) They did it by identifying what their music really is, then changing the outer layer and keeping the core.
Marshall's album, The Greatest, was made in Memphis, Tennessee, and includes local musicians (like the brothers Teenie and Leroy Hodges, guitarist and bassist from Al Green's records through the early 1970s) assembled with the help of Robert Gordon, the Memphis music historian. About a third of the album vaguely invokes the spare, seductive grooves of the soul records conjured there by the producer Willie Mitchell. For the rest, Marshall brings the Memphis musicians to her torpid, inert world.
The title song begins the album gorgeously: a poem about frustrated ambition, told through the story of a boxer, with glittering guitar chords, strings that quote Moon River, and a slow drum rhythm.
Orton has a trackable sense of ethics and emotions, generally pointing toward redemption, through love or the lack of it. "Love love love will make a truth from a lie," she sings on Rectify. "I don't want to live how I don't want to die/so give me one kiss to build a dream on/gonna stay with me through the changing seasons." Or she absorbs something bitter, without complaining much: "I think I'm gonna cry/but I'm gonna laugh about it all in time," she sings in Shopping Trolley, one rave-up on a generally quiet record.
In each album, you hear an artist finding effective ways to keep moving. These aren't really going-back-to-the-roots records per se. By the end of The Greatest, Memphis soul is a red herring, and Comfort of Strangers doesn't try to summon Orton's folk heroes. Rather, both artists do something smarter and more basic: they put their trust in a coherent band sound, the most fundamental and sometimes the most overlooked quality of good pop. And in both, that reflects a maturity worth waiting for.
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