A diverse and sparse series of songs, most of which revolve around falling out of love and disillusionment with the world in general. Although these themes could lead to Carnival Love being one of the most depressing albums ever, Amy Correia's fragile, singsong voice carries each track gently along, leaving the listener with an unshakable feeling of hope. Reminiscent of Mary Lou Lord or Victoria Williams, her little girl voice belies a worldly brashness and wry knowledge that lends itself well to her sparse poetry. A good first album which will surely lead to even more successful efforts in the future.
When it comes to the soprano saxophone, some of us might think right off the bat of New Orleans legend Sidney Bechet, which is good. But most think of Kenny G, which is not so good. When it comes to women who play the saxophone, we might think of Candy Dulfer, who is definitely a good player. However, she has a tendency to be ruthlessly commercial and suave, and perhaps that's also not so good. With Australian Amy Dickson we discover a female soprano saxophonist who is offering something far different from either of these mixed options; her main focus is with classical literature, and Dickson has a luscious, creamy tone that sounds somewhere between a clarinet and a flute, reflecting the instrument in the light of the intentions of its creator, Adolphe Sax; even Bechet would have found it tough to beat that action.