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The Hem story began with a homemade tape of Sally Ellyson singing lullabies, sent in response to a want ad in The Village Voice, and so begins their lovely, haunting debut, with a fragment of Ellyson cooing the blues-tinged lament "Lord, Blow the Moon Out Please" from that cassette. The Brooklyn group's homespun, easygoing folk music, occasionally fleshed out by orchestration, made Rabbit Songs an instant hit with the NPR crowd when the public radio network championed the disc on air and on its web site. The band's sunny luck, however, belies the album's moody, melancholy songs, which capture heartache and loneliness. Echoes of the Cowboy Junkies or Joni Mitchell drift within these grooves, but Ellyson's sweet, sorrow-hung voice and the lovely musical arrangements, rich with piano, mandolin, pedal steel, and tinkling glockenspiel, give Hem a distinctive sound with its own resonance. On the mournful "When I Was Drinking," she recalls a relationship lost to excess, the twang of pedal steel reinforcing her bluesy moan. "I should wake up this town/ My heart's on fire," she quietly announces in "Leave Me Here" but you can hear the resignation that forecasts the song's about-face, and sure enough, Ellyson snuffs out early expectations as she croons, "Tonight love feels nothing like heaven/Don't leave me here." Things look up a bit on "Idle (The Rabbit Song)," a measured celebration of love -- momentary, at least -- and the gorgeous string backing will certainly have you swooning. Hem's world may be full of half-empty glasses, but these warmly wrought songs and Ellyson's soothing voice make for some of the brightest music news of 2002. Lydia Vanderloo, Barnes & Noble