First Time Really Feeling<\/em> had to arrive when it arrived, which sounds obvious, but really \u2013 it is nigh on impossible to dig into the hurt, the grief, the true depths you\u2019ve plunged into as an addict when you are still an addict. Stringer did not make the album all about herself though. As with her prior work, her songs are the collected stories of creatives who have nurtured their craft in ways that are self-destructive, no matter how necessary they feel at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\nThe title track is a percussive, country-inflected ballad in which Stringer\u2019s earthy, plaintive storytelling comes to the front. \u201cDon\u2019t hurt me, don\u2019t hurt me!\u201d she croons early on. Later: \u201cIt feels like I\u2019m always leaving, and love, it ain\u2019t a conscious thing\/My body is still reeling\/The fear of losing everything\/When it\u2019s the first time you\u2019re really feeling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On \u201cMetrologist,\u201d she channels the Liz Stringer of old: propping up the bar. \u201cI’ve never seen you here before, have you got time for just one more?\u201d is her opening line to the metrologist she meets. An expert in measurement, her newfound friend prompts her to consider the distance between her bar stool and the table, the weight of alcohol, and inevitably the lyrics get darker and the mood more threatening as she begins to probe deeper into weights and worthiness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan you tell me how long before I disappear? What’s the point look like at which I am no longer here? If my body’s too heavy and my list’s too long, have I failed as a woman ’cause my measurements are wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then: \u201cWhat’s the unit for the negative shit in my head that only drowns when I down a solid litre before bed?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her voice is a sturdy, weathered, rootsy creature that is delivered in a defiant, captivating, shamelessly Australian accent. There\u2019s a reckless, almost breathless urgency to her realisations that being a woman musician might not measure up to much that is crushing to listen to, let alone to write \u2013 I imagine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On \u201cVictoria\u201d, she sums up the juxtaposing love-and-fear relationship she maintains with the state she has lived most of her adult life in. \u201cBluestone lane, brick wall and gutter\/Every house I got fucked up in ’til they all looked like any other\/Informs it all since I could crawl\/You taught me all I know, Victoria, Victoria.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the most part, tracks are pared back to rocksy, rootsy guitar, vocals and a steady, complementary drum. If it needed to be classified, it wouldn\u2019t be astray in the Alt-Country box. There\u2019s something of the dramatic, frank delivery of Brandi Carlisle and the deep, soul-moving realness of Linda Perry\u2019s voice in Stringer\u2019s sound. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The thrum of guitars creates waves upon which Stringer lands her serene, resolute ode to \u201cLittle Fears, Little Loves.\u201d It\u2019s anthemic, without trumpeting its arrival. \u201cWhen we see who we are\/Every secret, every scar\/It\u2019s only that moment that we\u2019ll feel love,\u201d comes the rousing, poignant and subtly sentimental message.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like love, like addiction, like finding a sense of home, this album is the eye of the storm: the peaceful calm within the noise of living. Find your own solace with Stringer\u2019s voice, so close to you, and really feel it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Follow Liz Stringer on Instagram<\/a> and Facebook<\/a> for ongoing updates.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Let’s time warp back to April, back when it was just over a year of lockdowns, restrictions, fear (and loathing), and a sense of exhaustion reigned globally. It was glum, in short. But in the bleakness, Liz Stringer released her sixth album, First Time Really Feeling. On it, she revealed the newfound sobriety that it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":117,"featured_media":45949,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10356],"tags":[10406,12862,780,12863,12864,2522],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/PMLizStringer.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45948"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/117"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=45948"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45948\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":46161,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45948\/revisions\/46161"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/45949"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=45948"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=45948"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=45948"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}