The Secret Sisters – You Don’t Own Me Anymore

Album Info

Artist: The Secret Sisters

Title: You Don't Own Me Anymore

Year: 2017

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Tracklist

  • 1. Tennessee River Runs Low (3:41)
  • 2. Mississippi (4:22)
  • 3. Carry Me (4:05)
  • 4. King Cotton (3:12)
  • 5. Kathy's Song (3:43)
  • 6. He's Fine (3:43)
  • 7. To All the Girls Who Cry (4:22)
  • 8. Little Again (4:03)
  • 9. You Don't Own Me Anymore (3:51)
  • 10. The Damage (3:26)
  • 11. 'Til It's Over (2:56)
  • 12. Flee as a Bird (2:35)

Review

Alright, gather 'round, folks, Oakley here! Been out wandering the old growth, just soaking up some quiet, and decided to spin "You Don't Own Me Anymore" by The Secret Sisters. This 2017 release truly feels like a breath of fresh, misty air after a long, hard rain. It's a genuine folk journey, brimming with honest sentiment and a clear-eyed look at what it means to come out the other side of a rough patch. You can really hear the echoes of rebuilding and finding solid ground in these tunes, like a river slowly carving a new, peaceful path after a flood.

The record's got this beautiful blend of traditional country-folk sounds, all wrapped up in some truly emotional and thoughtful songwriting. Produced with a light touch by good folks like Brandi Carlile and the Hanseroth brothers, it really lets those lush harmonies shine, like sunlight breaking through the canopy. Tracks like "He's Fine," "To All the Girls Who Cry," and the title tune "You Don't Own Me Anymore" feel like a quiet conversation by a campfire, exploring themes of resilience and finding your own way again. This whole darn album showcases their remarkable strength as artists, a real testament to moving through adversity and getting back on your feet. Best enjoyed while kayaking on a foggy lake, or maybe just kicking back on a porch swing while a gentle drizzle falls. - Oakley