MIA DYSON – The Moment
(Black Door Records)
Deadset Americana nailed by one top sheila. CARMEN KELLY soaks in the new Mia Dyson LP.
Two words materialise in my mind when I press play on this album: “Lady Springsteen”. For me, this is a great thing and I settle in as a truly genuine album unfolds within my ears and heart. I’m struck by the quality of Dyson’s rich, throaty vocals. I’m struck by the tasteful production — every piano flourish, every organ chord, harmony and tambourine hit are in place and nothing is overdone.
Nods to the Boss and others are authentic and endearing, proudly holding a torch to some inspiring familia. Laden with ripe tales of humanness, The Moment is well-balanced in light and shade. Rainy night ballads cast sad shadows while anthemic, gang-sung, gospel-y choruses incite bouts of air punching. Recorded in California and mixed in New York, these songs are enamoured with America, conjuring truckstops, greasy spoons and vast expanses of the sky. It is from here that our intrepid Mia bares her soul to us, even finishing up with a cute spoken “bye”. Story goes, when she hit the states, Dyson took up with Dave Stewart from Eurythmics. Part of his plan to launch her into Americasphere was to have her perform under the name Boy, but she came to her senses and went her own way. Thank God, because this record is the real deal and Mia Dyson comes across all woman, Dave Stewart, you knob.
CARMEN KELLY is not fiercely loyal to any one genre, but rather loyal to the ’70s. She’s a bargain bin vinyl hoarder and can play about 20 instruments, including the recorder and triangle.