photo by Evie Robbie
By: Sha-OS
Soul music is too vague a term to describe the kaleidoscope of human emotion we deal with. Really its just gumbo that resonates with a present moment, a present hurt, or joy, or question that someone else somewhere is sorting through, and someone else somewhere needed to put to music. That tapestry, that tradition, of what we call soul is somewhere between rhythms and blues, between Etta and Mary J and just beneath the surface of what language is capable of with clarity. It needs song. That requires a deft touch, an ability to hear those different chords and tell us our own stories. It usually means what we get in contemporary music is something we know damn well aint soul, or something we’ve heard before. What sets Trezure apart, is how she’s found a way to turn a corner, staying true to the sounds our parents played in living rooms, with accents of what we know, and what we’ve grown into. Her sound hits the mark—compelling, while fun, relevant, without beating you over the head, just off the shoulder or grazing the thigh without groping, composed and strong, while it runs its hands over something tender and vulnerable. Her voice is the protest, and the promise of something soothing for wearied shoulders and tired feet. What you get in “Killer Cop” is our daily concern, our modern world angst and anger, and coping. “Time” is something haunting, beauty in the downturn and thoughtful. And “What Made Love” is not the passing romance, but the depth we all hope for – interlocked fingers pointing toward the same promise. What you get in Trezure is a new sound, a new soul that knows where it came from, and how to take us somewhere better, darker, lovelier, stronger, and more human.
Check out www.myspace.com/trezuretheempress to get a sample and to see her upcoming performance schedule.
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