Small Believer, the follow up to last year’s Heroes Waking Up shows, that Anna Tivel has no shortage of complex and satisfying songs at her finger tips. In fact her talent is nothing less than prodigious, especially considering that this collection of word perfect songs were written while Tivel was out on tour. Anna Tivel’s songs occupy intimate spaces, her whispered voice just serving to emphasise this, and they tell stories. Human stories, of failures in a world that conspires against them, of weaknesses that fatally undercut abilities and expose the subject to their own crushing frailties. Loves depart. Loves never realise they were loved. Families are destroyed in a half dozen different ways. And all of these songs, all of them to the every word and the every last note of the music, are so devastatingly beautiful that it’s a challenge for the listener to get through the album without any tears
If you thought Willy Vlautin was good at capturing scenes and telling short stories in the space of a five minute song then you really need to listen to Anna Tivel. Dark Chandelier is every inch the equal of Western Skyline for capturing a rage fuelled car crash “the radio blasting a song about home / and he’s flying so fast and leaving the ground / and the beautiful lights as he’s spinning around / and the silent night when the lights go out” and the ensuing grasping, scratching, clawing to life “he calls for his daughter in the thick black night / and he tells her he loves her he yells for his wife / and he sees her above him her dark sad eyes / and he pleads with his god and he bargains with time”.
All Along has the air of the gentle tragedy of unrequited love about it “and there you go just rolling like a hubcap on the highway / loosed and looking for a shoulder you ain’t never leaned upon”. All Along is like a silent hopeful prayer, or maybe a letter tucked in a pocket with the instruction “to be only read when you get there”. The artless message lays bare a heart full of love “If you get lost alongside along the highway let the north star in Orion lead you home / honey I have loved you all along”. Lest the impression be given that Anna Tivel is a one mood woman, Highest Building is a strident put down of an unnamed, but possibly guessable, egotistic man strewing discord wherever he passes. It quivers with open chord bass notes, full of controlled anger “don’t you got a way of talking in circles / don’t you got a way of talking too loud / don’t you got a way of taking the fearful / and making them hate everybody else / don’t you got a way of making a mistake / don’t you got a way of calling it right / don’t you got a way of taking a good thing / and strangling out the last bit of light”.
It’s a reviewing cliche to say something like “if you don’t have this album then your record collection is incomplete”, but sometimes cliches are true. If you don’t know Anna Tivel, then it is strongly recommended that you make her acquaintance at the soonest opportunity. In what seems to be a really strong year for new music Small Believer is a strong contender for one of the best things you’ll have heard all year.