Somewhere Messed Up: Lydia Loveless & the Old 97s

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…Loveless’s set had plenty of swagger and twang — punk-inflected and country-infused, fortified with a few swigs of Jim Beam. She doesn’t cram her experiences of loss and love into a country princess package. There are plenty of suppliers of anodyne countrified pop, and Lydia Loveless ain’t one of ‘em. Her album, Somewhere Else, is the proof.

Over the course of three studio albums, Loveless’s music has evolved from a more classic country aesthetic with banjos, fiddles, and pedal steel, to grittier, more muscular offerings fleshed out with electric guitar and keyboard. From “Really Want To See You” and “Head” to “Verlaine Shot Rimbaud,” Loveless covers the spectrum, cussing and spitting out sexual innuendo at times, and at other times, talking about love with reference to French poets and lovers Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, who were equal parts brilliant and volatile (spoiler alert: Verlaine really did shoot Rimbaud).

It’s as if Loveless spent her tender years reading highbrow literature and penning lyrics between sets, whiskey shots, and parking lot brawls at bars on the wrong side of town. This is good stuff — give her a listen and buy her music…

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The Reckless Abandon of “New Age Flake” Lydia Loveless

By Neph Basedow Mon., May 26 2014 at 6:00 AM

Lydia Loveless is animalistic. She’s fickle and she’s wild. Sometimes, the Ohio-bred farm girl is charming and almost vulnerable — but that “purr” is almost always closely trailed by a razor-sharp hiss.

Her contradictions don’t end there; Loveless’ powerhouse voice and lyrical insight also defy her tender age.

“When people first see me,” Loveless says, during a recent phone call, “they often say, ‘I was expecting an old, tall woman!’ But I’m 5 feet tall and 23 years old,” she corrects. “I guess we all have our visions of people.”

Seeing Loveless in-concert quickly debunks any “old” misconception; onstage, she has the uninhibited energy that only a 23-year-old could have.

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Creepin and Reekin With Lydia Loveless

by Rev. Dan Jackson Published May 2014
illustration by Brent Houzenga


With three separate releases—Boy Crazy (EP), Somewhere Else (LP), and the single “Mile High” b/w “Blind”—all jammed into the last six months, Lydia Loveless has been everywhere at once. She was kind enough to chat with me about nervous breakdowns, maturing as an artist, and the importance of your neighborhood record store.


The first thing I want to ask is: do you ever get tired of dragging around your enormous set of shiny brass testicles?


[Laughing] Oh, I don’t know. I’m pretty proud of them! I like to show them off.

Nothing wrong with that. Record Store Day was just the other day and you released an original single,“Mile High,” with a cover of Ke$ha’s “Blind” on the other side. The cover seems to be getting more attention than the original tune.

We kind of expected that, actually.

But the thing that catches me about it is that when you sing “Blind,” you make it sound like you wrote it yourself.

I mean, obviously it’s a very produced pop song, so I wanted to just take it and despoil it for what it is: just a pretty, sad song.

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