The album exemplifies King's ability to write and envision full-bodied songs and bring them to fruition, speaking beyond the musical accomplishments of her two proceeding albums.   Full text...

Like John Fahey or Leo Kottke, Kaki King is a virtuoso guitarist by trade, which means she generally puts out albums that showcase her skill. To a certain extent, King's third album, …Until We Felt Red, is no exception.  Full text...

Tracks like "Gay Sons of Lesbian Mothers" and "First Brain" not only showcase a sly sense of humor, but also moody, atmospheric playing.  Full text...

...Until We Felt Red is an album of unabashed curiosity, leaping from post-rock cacophony on the title track to the gentle, shimmering suite “You Don’t Have to Be Afraid” to weird jazz of “First Brain” in the span of a few tracks.  Full text...

It’s still the foundation of many songs, but the electric guitar, pedal steel, harp, thumb piano, and drums allow King to make her most musically complex record to date.  Full text...

In many respects, King is the female equivalent of Jose Gonzalez mixed in with a little smidgen of Sigur Ros, and at many points in the album, I am not entirely convinced that this is a combination that works for King.  Full text...

… Until We Felt Red’s melancholic attitude creates a listening experience similar to that of hearing a poor Bob Dylan song. The event just brings you down.   Full text...

It's a beautiful piece of art. But if that's not what you're going for, stay clear.  Full text...