What can be said about
Bettye LaVette that hasn't already been said? Like
James Carr before her,
LaVette has toiled behind the smoke and glitz of the limelight for decades. Her last regular recording contract was in the 1980s, and she hasn't cracked the
R&B Top 20 in over three decades. The 21st century has seen
LaVette's activity increase, but it is this recording, produced by
Joe Henry -- who did wonders with
Solomon Burke -- that once more unveils to a large audience
LaVette's singular gifts as a singer. She's backed here by a wondrous slate of musicians including bassists
Dave Pilch (acoustic, stand-up) and
Paul Bryan (electric),
Lisa Coleman on organ and piano, and guitarists
Chris Bruce and
Doyle Bramhall II.
I've Got My Own Hell to Raise begins innocently enough with an
a cappella read of
Sinead O'Connor's
"I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got," radically reinterpreting the song as a
gospel number. It's chilling. But it kicks right into a hard
soul version of
Lucinda Williams "Joy," and careens into another hard
soul, straight-from-the-gut interpretation of
Joan Armatrading's
"Down to Zero." One will be tempted to take the disc off right here; these three cuts are enough to take the listener into the small, unspeakable spaces in the mind and large terrains of the heart where emotion becomes nearly overwhelming. But there's so much more, like the hard, guitar-drenched, Southern-fried
funk roiling boil of
Rosanne Cash's
"On the Surface"; the dark, edgy groove of
Dolly Parton's
"Little Sparrow"; the gritty, rusty-edged knife
funk of
"Only Time Will Tell Me," and the glorious closer, a radically re-imagined take on
Fiona Apple's
"Sleep to Dream," with its deep tom toms, loose-wristed snare, and wah-wahed guitars.
LaVette is fortunate to have found a producer with
Henry's guts, vision, and sensitivity. He gets a lot of credit here, not only for presenting
LaVette in a stripped down and directly emotive context, but also for his arrangements of these songs that feel almost like cinema in their dynamic and dramatic settings. In each case, the constructive reworking of these cuts from the ground up -- everything begins with rhythm here -- finding and embracing the angularity hidden in them and putting them in front of a singer who can roll and shapeshift while remaining true to herself is simply wondrous. Hopefully, the attention this garners will lead to more than a one-off collaboration between
Henry and
Lavette. ~ Thom Jurek
