Lorette Velvette's third solo full-length, Lost Part of Me, further defines her as an artist capable of effortlessly gliding from deliciously ugly, disturbing, gender-bending garage/glam/Southern punk rock to luscious, beautiful balladry to backwoods porch stomps with an ease and grace all her own. Predating Jack White's explorations of the similarities between garage and traditional folk by nearly six years (really, the two are cut from the same cloth), Velvette is more of an experimenter, at least on record, leaving plenty of room for dissonant, psychedelic freakouts with textural guitars and an unyielding edge akin to Sonic Youth's glorious moments. Sequenced like an excellent mixtape, Lost Part of Me opens psychedelic and loud as Velvette and her band wash beauty and fearsome ugliness with each other and smoothly flows into Delta blues, call-and-response gospel stomp, and back around to bawdy experimentalism. The album is a roller coaster of style and, at times, generally weird, but Velvette is always fascinating and brilliant here.
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AllMusic Review by Gregory McIntosh