If back in the early eighties Gillian Welch and Bonnie Raitt cornered Townes Van Zandt at a party, engaged in a massive love-in, and produced a female musical offspring, she might sound a little something like Seadar Rose.

Rose’s music lives and breathes in the spaces she moves and travels. And although her brand of bellowing Southern twang may grow out of the North Carolina mountains and hills she was born and raised in, the words, and the raw, provocative, emotive power driving them, rise ...