In and around Nashville, it’s probably not a good idea to refer to “the Watson girls,” lest one end up confusing the talented, Los Angeles-based duo with a certain hot-tub hawking local. The Watson Twins, as they are known, are still touring behind this year’s Talking to You, Talking to Me, an album of languid textures, pristine singing and unexpected gurgles of energy — a rubbery, funky bass zigs across the melancholy of “Modern Man,” for example. Laura Veirs, meanwhile, has made her name both by collaborating with notable Portlanders like The Decemberists and by making albums of breezily beautiful songs imbued with a kind of bookish, lyrical magic realism that, in the hands of most other songwriters, would end up either horrifically precious, just as painfully overwrought — or worst, patently dull. Veirs manages to sound literary without sounding pretentious, and her delivery, while restrained, is never too tender for its own good.
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