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If ever there were an artist that couldn’t be pigeonholed, it could more than likely be Wendy McNeill of Canada. She swiftly shifts from sexy and sultry-bordering-on-masochistic to a haunting waltz backed by a looped angelic voice that belongs on Goldfrapp’s ‘Utopia’, each cleverly opposing one another but combined to build what is often a kooky and colourful, occasionally macabre masterpiece.
Wears The Trousers Magazine UK
Some might call it folk noir—pish! It’s far more brooding than that—imagine a female-fronted Gogol Bordello crawling through molasses and holding hands with Stephin Merritt
See Magazine, CA
McNeill’s deft language is enhanced by a musical landscape that weaves a host of orchestral textures and layers of her vocals together, exquisitely aching and beautifully realized.
Vue Weekly, CA
Rock and roll meets folk in the newage,boys....like the lovechild of Syd Barrett and Cyndi Lauper, but the kid might be Alistair MacGillveray's the way she can write an intricate piece of narrative poetry and set it in a post-rock soundscape of trumpets, upright pianos, sampled somethings and the ever- beloved accordion
Penguin Eggs / CA
McNeill's creativity is astonishing.. Her original style is the type one might might hear if they found themselves on an abandoned ship listening to the ghosts, in a majestic hall filled with tarnished paintings, as they sang their tales of travel.
It was a new star that pleased us.....she didn't do too much, a part from the essential, and that was fantastic!
Every festival offers someone to discover, and for me that was Wendy McNeill, an Edmonton musician whose sharp-edged songs with accordion and guitar seemed like dispatches from a post-rock cabaret.
Globe And Mail/CA
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