There is no reason why Juliana Hatfield should have made such a great new record, one where her sharp, tart songwriting and still-girlish pipes outshine most of the singer-songwriter schlock out there, with nice slick-but-not-too-slick-musta-cost-somethin' production and great performances throughout.Not having been a smart girl in the 90s (seriously, I'm just now having my Jordan Catellano [sp?] phase) I was never super mad about Hatfield or Blake Babies or any Boston-area trust fund rock, all that much. So why does this new record (How to Walk Away) have top-ten of my year all over it? Maybe it's because JH even bothered to do it, when radio is a void and she's way too smart to even make it as "popping into Pinkberry" music on The Hills. This is a grown-up record that doesn't fully blow. AMAZING!
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