Review
Well, butter my biscuit if this ain't one of the sweetest albums to come out of Nashville in 1960! "Brenda Lee" is like a warm slice of peach pie on a summer evening - comforting, delicious, and leaves you wanting more. This little firecracker of a singer, barely old enough to drive, belts out tunes that'll make your heart skip a beat faster than a june bug on a hot sidewalk.
Now, let me tell you, Owen Bradley knew exactly what he was doing when he put Brenda in that studio. He mixed up a perfect cocktail of rockabilly, country, and pop that goes down smoother than sweet tea on a scorching day. From the sassy swing of "Sweet Nothin's" to the heart-wrenching "I'm Sorry," Brenda Lee proves she can handle any tune thrown her way with the grace of a Southern belle and the power of a gospel choir.
This album's got more hits than a baseball game in July, I tell you what. "That's All You Gotta Do" had folks tapping their toes from sea to shining sea, while "Weep No More Baby" could dry up tears faster than the Georgia sun. On my sweet tea scale, this album's a solid "diabetes in a glass" - it's just that good, y'all. Brenda Lee may have been small in stature, but her voice on this record? Well, it's bigger than Texas and twice as bold. - Brandie