The name Naomi Greenwald would seem better suited to a type of
woman who’s drawn more towards mahjong than music. It could belong to the girl
next door, the neighbor kid your mom’s always trying to fix you up with.
Indeed, it hardly sounds like a handle one would identify with a real rock and
roller. It lacks the ring of, say, a ‘Joan Jett’ or a ‘Tina Turner’ or especially
a ‘Lady GaGa.’ There’s no hint of pretension, or alliteration, or the catchy
phrasing that allows it to roll off the tongue and command attention. Truth be
told, it doesn’t exactly promise to grab attention on a theater marquee.
Regardless, Darkbloom captures the sound of an artist in the first flush of rock ‘n’ roll revelry. Just
as Greenwald labors mightily to carve a signature sound, hints of sturdier
templates also soar to the surface. Opening track “Evan Williams” – which,
notably, does drop a fictional nom de plume – offers more than a slight hint of
Stevie Nicks in her offhanded slur and the sturdy supporting beat. “Desire to
Fall” is accompanied by a riff that seems lifted straight out of a mid ‘70s
Stones song, and one of their classics at that. In-between, Greenwald settles
into a sensual groove, a slow but mesmerizing series of ruminations that find
her both pensive and provocative. Naomi Greenwald… an edgy artist? Hmmm… that name
could take some getting used to. Fortunately though, Darkbloom neatly sums up this alluring and entrancing brew.
Williams,” “Desire to Fall” LEE ZIMMERMAN