Little Lonely

"Once music fans listen to Little Lonely’s debut disc Little Lonely once they might just find themselves listening to it “All Night”. William Phoenix LA Music Examiner
- Examiner

"Once music fans listen to Little Lonely’s debut disc Little Lonely once they might just find themselves listening to it “All Night”. William Phoenix LA Music Examiner
- Examiner

Little Lonely - Little Lonely (Independently released CD, Pop)
Little Lonely is the band name created by Julie Cain who was born in Missouri but now lives in Los Angeles, California. Cain's debut full-length release was produced by Sean Hoffman and features a wealth of talent from the Los Angeles area. The songs on this self-titled album combine sounds and ideas from folk, pop, and Americana. What probably stands out most here is the impressive restraint on these recordings. Instead of clobbering the listener over the head with layers upon layers of stuff...these songs are presented simply and have a nice open sparse sound that is ultimately appealing and real. And speaking of real...Julie's voice comes across sounding particularly real and inspired. Eleven tracks that recall the simplicity of times gone by. Our favorites here include "Penny's First Available," "The First Time You Left Me," "Little Lonely's Lament," and "Old US 40." Truly heartfelt stuff. - Babysue

Little Lonely - Little Lonely (Independently released CD, Pop)
Little Lonely is the band name created by Julie Cain who was born in Missouri but now lives in Los Angeles, California. Cain's debut full-length release was produced by Sean Hoffman and features a wealth of talent from the Los Angeles area. The songs on this self-titled album combine sounds and ideas from folk, pop, and Americana. What probably stands out most here is the impressive restraint on these recordings. Instead of clobbering the listener over the head with layers upon layers of stuff...these songs are presented simply and have a nice open sparse sound that is ultimately appealing and real. And speaking of real...Julie's voice comes across sounding particularly real and inspired. Eleven tracks that recall the simplicity of times gone by. Our favorites here include "Penny's First Available," "The First Time You Left Me," "Little Lonely's Lament," and "Old US 40." Truly heartfelt stuff. - Babysue

Should be called Little Lovely, because these songs, despite the reverb and distant mournful lapsteel suggesting they were recorded in a desolate, emotional desert, are as pretty and enchanting as an Arid Americana Artist ever. - Roktober

Should be called Little Lovely, because these songs, despite the reverb and distant mournful lapsteel suggesting they were recorded in a desolate, emotional desert, are as pretty and enchanting as an Arid Americana Artist ever. - Roktober

June 20, 2013 By jrivera
Little Lonely
Red Dress Records, 2013
Julie Cain is the singer/songwriter behind Little Lonely and while there’s a country feel here, she’s neither Shania Twain ‘nor Loretta Lynn. No, this is the girl next door who was raised alongside the interstate listening to big rigs roaring past, the lonesome country ballads of Patsy Cline and Buck Owens playing on a well worn jukebox, and the ever present smells of fresh

baked apple pie. The sort of places where beef jerky, dashboard Jesus’s, UFO’s and pine scented air freshener’s all get the same amount of counter space. You picture that and you get a clear picture of the images that crowd Cain’s walls and songbook.
On “Top Stair,” Cain’s making excuses for her lover who’s indiscretions are becoming increasingly indiscreet. There’s a great raunchy saxophone coloring this song, getting at the heart of things directly.
“Jesus Is In My Swimming Pool,” is another strong number. Questioning motives, values and meaning, with a great driving alt-country backing track. This is a strong number that ought to pop up on a lot of indie radio stations coast to coast.
“Buttonwillow,” covers a lot of territory. Eddie Rabbit, modern families on the move, The Foxy Lady Tavern and UFO’s. As a picture postcard of somewhere, one could do far worse. Cain shows an extraordinary knack for painting accurate pictures with precious few choice words. She shares her wry observations on her America, with equal parts mischief and nostalgia.
Little Lonely, er, Miss Cain, displays an extraordinary amount of depth here. Don’t mistake her softer sounds for a submissive stance. She has much to say, but isn’t the sort to shout about it all. This quieter stance is part of her seductive charm. - Indie Music

June 20, 2013 By jrivera
Little Lonely
Red Dress Records, 2013
Julie Cain is the singer/songwriter behind Little Lonely and while there’s a country feel here, she’s neither Shania Twain ‘nor Loretta Lynn. No, this is the girl next door who was raised alongside the interstate listening to big rigs roaring past, the lonesome country ballads of Patsy Cline and Buck Owens playing on a well worn jukebox, and the ever present smells of fresh

baked apple pie. The sort of places where beef jerky, dashboard Jesus’s, UFO’s and pine scented air freshener’s all get the same amount of counter space. You picture that and you get a clear picture of the images that crowd Cain’s walls and songbook.
On “Top Stair,” Cain’s making excuses for her lover who’s indiscretions are becoming increasingly indiscreet. There’s a great raunchy saxophone coloring this song, getting at the heart of things directly.
“Jesus Is In My Swimming Pool,” is another strong number. Questioning motives, values and meaning, with a great driving alt-country backing track. This is a strong number that ought to pop up on a lot of indie radio stations coast to coast.
“Buttonwillow,” covers a lot of territory. Eddie Rabbit, modern families on the move, The Foxy Lady Tavern and UFO’s. As a picture postcard of somewhere, one could do far worse. Cain shows an extraordinary knack for painting accurate pictures with precious few choice words. She shares her wry observations on her America, with equal parts mischief and nostalgia.
Little Lonely, er, Miss Cain, displays an extraordinary amount of depth here. Don’t mistake her softer sounds for a submissive stance. She has much to say, but isn’t the sort to shout about it all. This quieter stance is part of her seductive charm. - Indie Music

www.littlelonely.com
LITTLE LONELY: When everyone was listening to Linda Ronstadt, there were people off in a parallel universe listening to Vandy, Karen Dalton and other organic singers lost to time and tide. Such organic sounds has resurrected under the hubris of Americana and indie, but they are offbeat just the same. This isn't to say these girls weren't making compelling music--it just had no chance of breaking through for any number of reasons. With a lot of the risen crème of the LA indie world lending a hand, they came for to play. This is one of those organic folk/rock things that grabs you when you least expect it and doesn't let go. Beginning her career playing in a funeral home when she was 11, you wouldn't want Ms. Lonely to lose her skewed view of things at this point, would you? Subversively mellow stuff that's masking the explosion below. Check it out, it's a winner throughout. - Midwest Record

www.littlelonely.com
LITTLE LONELY: When everyone was listening to Linda Ronstadt, there were people off in a parallel universe listening to Vandy, Karen Dalton and other organic singers lost to time and tide. Such organic sounds has resurrected under the hubris of Americana and indie, but they are offbeat just the same. This isn't to say these girls weren't making compelling music--it just had no chance of breaking through for any number of reasons. With a lot of the risen crème of the LA indie world lending a hand, they came for to play. This is one of those organic folk/rock things that grabs you when you least expect it and doesn't let go. Beginning her career playing in a funeral home when she was 11, you wouldn't want Ms. Lonely to lose her skewed view of things at this point, would you? Subversively mellow stuff that's masking the explosion below. Check it out, it's a winner throughout. - Midwest Record

Who would have thought that some offbeat, funky musicians based in the City of Angels would save heartland American Country Music?  Really.  Pop crap slid over from rock ‘n roll and migrated to Country in recent years. Someone needed to save it.
I’m aware of the current nomenclature of Americana/Roots music but it’s inadequate.
I see the word Americana and I think of old paintings lacking perspective and stuff that got good seemingly for just getting old. Roots? That implies the early stuff in the hill country and down in the bayou.
No, no, no. What’s going on is better than just a yearning for the past.  It’s unique artists living in this world, right now, seeing it through clear eyes or at least eyes fogged by their own vision, pain and maybe substance abuse.  But it’s here. Today.
If it’s a lot like something last week or last century it’s because time rolls on but people don’t change.  Human nature’s the same. Even lonesomeness in the era of “social” media. Maybe especially now.

Little Lonely (Julie Cain, formerly performing as Bitsy Lee)
 Little Lonely  (Release on June 25 but you can hear it online now.)
The sounds of US 40 close this album.  That’s right. The actual hum of a road and the weather, thunder sometimes. It’s a good metaphor for Little Lonely’s Little Lonely.

There are roads that run through the outskirts of towns you never see. There are beauty parlors where we go “to feel a whole lot better when we’re new” but we never do.
There are country carnivals that are sad behind the bright lights but it’s even sadder when they leave town.  Just like that “pointless fling” that’s passed.
There’s a strangeness “to living between point A and point B.“ Or maybe beyond points where “truth is always a railroad.”
There are songs of betrayal when he “wouldn’t dare” take her to the room you share.  “I swear she’ll never get past the top stair.”
There’s an artist here who knows what a rich metaphor “stairs” are and uses it twice. There’s a thinker who wonders if Jesus is out by the pool then “who is gonna be your God?”  Nobody?  Good luck with that.
There’s a musical sense that employs throbbing electric guitars riffs in places, soft mandolin in others and sometimes together, brassy horns, mournful pedal steel guitar, twelve-string and, in one place, an absolutely spooky organ.
There’s this unique little voice that is somehow powerful.  What can I compare it to, or whom? Do I even want to? She’s worth hearing without suggestion.  But since critics are supposed to do stuff like that: wait for just a trace of Dolly Parton at her softest, a smidgen of Cyndi Lauper.
Nah, like them she’s her own self.
She can sing about the “burial ground of feeling” but she hasn’t stopped feeling. She’s unsparing –  maybe when you get old you’re just “a slower version of yourself”  — but she’ll give you a smile just as quickly.  “Accidents happen, they do.” Ok, it’s dark humor but it’s funny.
So “Tell me again. I got all night.” - International Review of Music

Who would have thought that some offbeat, funky musicians based in the City of Angels would save heartland American Country Music?  Really.  Pop crap slid over from rock ‘n roll and migrated to Country in recent years. Someone needed to save it.
I’m aware of the current nomenclature of Americana/Roots music but it’s inadequate.
I see the word Americana and I think of old paintings lacking perspective and stuff that got good seemingly for just getting old. Roots? That implies the early stuff in the hill country and down in the bayou.
No, no, no. What’s going on is better than just a yearning for the past.  It’s unique artists living in this world, right now, seeing it through clear eyes or at least eyes fogged by their own vision, pain and maybe substance abuse.  But it’s here. Today.
If it’s a lot like something last week or last century it’s because time rolls on but people don’t change.  Human nature’s the same. Even lonesomeness in the era of “social” media. Maybe especially now.

Little Lonely (Julie Cain, formerly performing as Bitsy Lee)
 Little Lonely  (Release on June 25 but you can hear it online now.)
The sounds of US 40 close this album.  That’s right. The actual hum of a road and the weather, thunder sometimes. It’s a good metaphor for Little Lonely’s Little Lonely.

There are roads that run through the outskirts of towns you never see. There are beauty parlors where we go “to feel a whole lot better when we’re new” but we never do.
There are country carnivals that are sad behind the bright lights but it’s even sadder when they leave town.  Just like that “pointless fling” that’s passed.
There’s a strangeness “to living between point A and point B.“ Or maybe beyond points where “truth is always a railroad.”
There are songs of betrayal when he “wouldn’t dare” take her to the room you share.  “I swear she’ll never get past the top stair.”
There’s an artist here who knows what a rich metaphor “stairs” are and uses it twice. There’s a thinker who wonders if Jesus is out by the pool then “who is gonna be your God?”  Nobody?  Good luck with that.
There’s a musical sense that employs throbbing electric guitars riffs in places, soft mandolin in others and sometimes together, brassy horns, mournful pedal steel guitar, twelve-string and, in one place, an absolutely spooky organ.
There’s this unique little voice that is somehow powerful.  What can I compare it to, or whom? Do I even want to? She’s worth hearing without suggestion.  But since critics are supposed to do stuff like that: wait for just a trace of Dolly Parton at her softest, a smidgen of Cyndi Lauper.
Nah, like them she’s her own self.
She can sing about the “burial ground of feeling” but she hasn’t stopped feeling. She’s unsparing –  maybe when you get old you’re just “a slower version of yourself”  — but she’ll give you a smile just as quickly.  “Accidents happen, they do.” Ok, it’s dark humor but it’s funny.
So “Tell me again. I got all night.” - International Review of Music

"The competition is ON for album of the year. Essential." - RUST Magazine

"The competition is ON for album of the year. Essential." - RUST Magazine