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       DAVE'S 
        DIARY - 14 JUNE 2010 - SUZIE DICKINSON CD REVIEW 
      2010 
        CD REVIEW  
      SUZIE 
        DICKINSON  
        19 STEPS 
       REIGNING 
        OVER THE HEART 
      "I had 
        a dream on Christmas morning/ about birth and death again/ the rain it's 
        never ending/ I've been in bed since then." - It's Been Raining 
        - Suzie Dickinson.  
      
      Suzie Dickinson 
        worked venues as cavernous as the Spurs cowboy bar circuit in the eighties 
        and Nu Country FM and TV suburban showcases and the subterranean splendour 
        of Basement Discs in the Melbourne CBD in the new millenium. 
         
        Now the singer and multi-instrumentalist prowls cyberspace and beyond 
        on 10 original songs, delivered with an energised local combo. 
         
        Her characters hang out with the devil on the bayou and are blown away 
        by a whore hurricane named Isabel on the east coast of the U.S. 
         
        Dickinson may be a vocal coach in the gentrified suburbs of the Victorian 
        capital but in her alter ego as a singer-songwriter she drives far and 
        wide here on a full literary licence. 
         
        After years in bands diverse as Banshee, Cisco Kids, Goanna and P C Caulton 
        & The Pick-Ups, she's back out on the road again. 
         
        It's no surprise to hear her milk weather metaphors on album entrée 
        It's Been Raining, Uh Huh and Cold Outside and the sensual 
        surrealism of Too Hot. 
         
        In the eerie entrée, a Christmas day mare, the drenched damsel 
        dreams of wild women running with wolves. 
         
        The sleep-deprived diva awakes in psychedelic pink rooms for midnight 
        shopping sprees for a $100 stereo at a K Mart in Uh Huh. 
         
        Dream sequences ignite the raunchy romp in Too Hot as an out of 
        body experience of sorts.  
         
        But there's more - much more when Dickinson mines a narcotic vein in The 
        Wannabe. 
         
        This character's lust morphs into "drugs that you're taking, the 
        music you're making, the blood that runs inside your veins." 
         
        Insomnia and starvation adorn another dream sequence in Cold Outside 
        as "two lovers in a shadow under the bridge" are oblivious - 
        yes, to the weather. 
       19 
        STEPS TO THE HEARTH 
      "Another 
        40 miles and I'm nearly there/ the lights of the city starting to appear/ 
        I'm coming down your street and I'm parking the car/ stepping out on the 
        curb/ oh, I'm gonna wait for a while." - 19 Steps - Suzie Dickinson. 
         
      Nothing too 
        autobiographical until the lonesome guitar slinger goes off road to begin 
        a heart heavy 19 Steps return to her lover's door. 
      
         
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          John 
            Buchan's 39 Steps may have been too gruelling or metaphoric. 
             
            Dickinson's literary narratives have many twists. 
             
            The trip on a crack in the asphalt in the catalyst for the infectious 
            and highly accessible Bang In The Head - a cosmic collision 
            triggered wake-up call of sorts. 
             
            Not even reaching for a trusty guitar or flashing a little thigh earns 
            the hapless hitchhiker a lift from a truckie in the rollicking Crossroads. 
             
            Maybe the ghost of long deceased Robert Johnson hovered in the cabin 
            and dictated Diesoline fuelled seating arrangements.  | 
         
       
      There's an 
        abrupt role reversal from 19 Steps in Too Hot where not 
        even the jasmine fragrance can lure the femme fatale's lover's belated 
        return. 
         
        Maybe the canine companion - third dog in eight songs - is a subliminal 
        scarecrow. 
         
        Moving south from the Crossroads to a bucolic bayou in The Muse is 
        more time travel than travail. 
         
        "I hung out with the devil on the bayou/ I slept down where the drunkards 
        roll/ if you believe in superstition I'm gonna rattle your bones." 
         
        Those bones may be brittle but nothing a little moonshine anaesthetic 
        can't cure. 
         
        "Cooked up a storm in a dirty southern prison/ good stuff brewed 
        in a woman gone bad/ take trouble and a mix of sin and booze/ that voodoo 
        gonna drive you mad."  
       RED 
        BALLOON - BLUE TOO  
      "You're 
        just a memory/ one day I set you free/ like sand through my fingers you 
        fall/ but very now and then/ for no reason, you still drift into my mind." 
        - Red Balloon - Suzie Dickinson.  
      
         
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          If Dickinson 
            has any tardy demons she exorcises them in the prick of her finale 
            - Red Balloon. 
             
            Sure the subject has disposed of a lover - everything except the memory 
            that becomes a late blooming boomerang.  
             
            With every lyric audible let's praise the production of bassist Dave 
            Flett at the Hummingbird Studio in Windsor. | 
         
       
      There is 
        no clutter or distortion - Dickinson is given full reign on guitar, bottleneck 
        dulcimer and keyboards.  
         
        Guitarist Matt Green provides dobro and banjo on the title track and Ross 
        Hannaford adds slide, electric and acoustic guitar. 
         
        Drummer Ron Mahony, recruited from the rustic retreat of Skipton, is a 
        master of restraint - Justin Brady provides tasty harmonica and trumpeter 
        Andrew Niven adds to the climatic clout of Cold Outside. 
         
        There is no danger of Dickinson not being pitch perfect - her passionate 
        and dynamic delivery leaves many other urban maids in the sonic shade. 
         
         
        Catch Suzie's CD launch with her subdued sextet and special guests at 
        the quaint Caravan Club, 95-97 Drummond Street, Oakleigh, from 7 p m this 
        Friday - June 18.  
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