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“(Nancy McCallion's) tough-hearted tales of women struggling to strike a balance between intimacy and independence are as good as any being written today.”
“Fronted by the salty, sensuous vocals of Nancy McCallion who resembles a collision between Guy Clarke's descriptive powers and Mary Coughlan's barrelhouse delivery... McCallion's songs are the centerpiece, richly dipped in localised imagery and language. She writes eloquently on situations other scribes would run from.”
“(McCallion's) stories of working-class lives, souls slowly unraveling as a result of economic or spiritual strain, are as instantly believable, witty, at times a bit angry, hinting at a punkish energy that never feels like hipsterism.”
“(McCallion) rivals Lucinda Williams and Iris DeMent as one of the finest Americana songwriters of the '90s and she deserves a comparable reputation...”
"...her lyrics have a direct immediacy set with a true traditional flair. They are world-weary, bitter, start, drunken and funny."
“McCallion's songwriting is at its apex. Simple yet potent, fit for dancing or crying in your beer, her songs convey the message that sad luck knows no borders and is a little too comfortable in every cultural environment. They ring of truth and worldliness, yet also harbor that "Oh, what the hell" attitude that keeps the unlucky in love hopeful that the next will be the real thing.”
“A mainstay of the Tucson music community for more than 20 years, acclaimed singer-songwriter Nancy McCallion has created an excellent new album that couldn't be more timely. The 12 country, blues, rock and Celtic-influenced songs examine the struggles of America's working poor and homeless populations. (A dollar from each CD will be donated to the Primavera Foundation.) A veteran of the Mollys and Last Call Girls, McCallion also faced a personal economic crisis when she was temporarily laid off from her teaching job. Although she emerged safely, she nails the voices of quiet desperation.”