Washington, I Believe You Liar

Christian Hoard

By Christian Hoard

on 10.19.11 in Reviews

I Believe You Liar

Several flavors of pop pleasantry

The debut from 25-year-old Megan Washington certainly doesn’t play hard to get. Already a chart-topper in Australia, I Believe You Liar packs in several flavors of pop pleasantry: the Phil Spector girl-group of “Cement,” the refined spunkiness of “Rich Kids,” the rainy-day piano balladry of “Lover Soldier.” Washington cops to a “very long and very deep love” of musicals, and the string-laden, from-the-heart-title track packs a whiff of Broadway. (You can practically see her singing it under a spotlight.) Washington specks her songs with poetic eccentricities: lyrics where she casts herself as a man, breathy vocals that swoop, swoon and ache in all the right ways (and suggest St. Vincent on the very pretty “Spanish Temper”). Those touches are matched by the meticulous plushness of the production — understated guitar picking there, some glockenspiel there. It all adds up to something thousands of sensitive Americans could eat up, but not exactly a sound all its own.