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Do not be deceived. She may be the daughter of Hank Jr., the half sister of Hank III, and the granddaughter of Hank Sr., but Holly Williams is plowing some far different musical acreage than her bloodlines might suggest. While certain aspects of the Hanks' music inform Holly's -- most notably the spiritual angst and the lovesick blues -- her songwriting influences run more along the lines of Randy Newman and latter-day Tom Waits, and vocally she can be compared to singers as varied as Dusty Springfield, Mary-Chapin Carpenter, and Kasey Chambers. Williams's lyrics are straightforward, intimate, and piercing in their diary-like frankness, with memorable phrases and striking images jumping out of almost every number. Co-producing with Monroe Jones, she builds upon the guitar, bass, and drum arrangements with several additions, such as the string ensemble the LoveSponge Quartet, who add Beatle-esque grandeur to several songs. On "Take Me Down," a stray, slightly distorted guitar floats in the mix, embodying the dislocation in Williams's lyrics, and on "I'll Only Break Your Heart," a deeply submerged steel guitar is an aural Siren luring a would-be lover to the pain that awaits. Over electric guitar and somber, calliope-like keyboards, "Memory of Me" -- a near-whispered, heart-wrenching confession of the damage the singer inflicted on a paramour -- becomes a spare, brittle art song, until all hell breaks loose in an orchestral crescendo at the end. On "Nothing More," discreet flugelhorn, trumpet, strings, and music boxdelicate keyboard chimes render the winsome appeal for passion doubly heartbreaking. The youngest Williams's work is multilayered in texture, intent, and content, and in all those aspects wise beyond the artist's years, making this an amazing debut. David McGee, Barnes & Noble