A 3-Song EP from Ultralash's 2015 offering"A River Listless". The full album is available for purchase as download or limited edition CD at the artist website.More a sound installation than a collection of songs, the Limited Edition CD (only 200 were produced) and album download deliver all the spooky noises and intriguing puzzles of Ultralash's previous work with some surprising twists. The full album is 20:10 long with no track numbers, a rather risky but decidedly punk rock move aimed squarely at our attention deficit, drive-thru culture conditioned to consume soundbites and avoid genuine intimacy. But those who brave the latter are soon given the answer for such a prerequisite, as a rich, densely evocative narrative unfurls that plays like soundtrack to a dream. A master of story-telling, Ultralash delivers exactly what fans have come to adore about her on this, her third effort. 3-Song EP Credits:Vocals, guitars, electric wurlitzer, optigan, pump organ, programming: karry walkerWritten arranged and recorded by karry walker ©2015 (BMI) Oakland CAMixed by karry walker and Myles Boisen at Guerilla Recording, Oakland CAMastered by Myles Boisen at Headless Buddha, Oakland CAFull Album Credits:Vocals, guitars, electric wurlitzer, optigan, pump organ, ouijachord, programming: karry walkerElectric guitar: Myles BoisenDrums: Suki O'KaneWritten arranged and recorded by karry walker ©2015 (BMI) Oakland CAMixed by karry walker and Myles Boisen at Guerilla Recording, Oakland CAMastered by Myles Boisen at Headless Buddha, Oakland CAUltralash's music refers to a mythic American past, steeped in folk traditions. Her bedroom folk combines bits of trip-hop and Appalachia, the samples and drum machines dueling with banjos and the creek of rocking chairs on the porch. Her lyrics are enigmatic puzzles, fragments of short story detail and corrosive imagery...Suzanne Vega meets Shannon Wright in these musical novels, as intricate and haphazardly beautiful as quilts.--Craig L. GidneyImagine a lo-fi, countrified, battery-operated Portishead. Right? Easy. Now, add a dusting of insouciant Damon Albarn (bear with me), the alt-rock nursery-rhyme quality of Eels, and, finally, a seasoning of late 80s/early 90s synth-pop. Got that? Ultralash songs are often explorations of single ideas and motifs, rather than complex, crafted entities. Development tends to be in arrangement and performance rather than built into the songs' structures. The impression is of a fragmentary work – slaloming from acoustic melancholia to collages of mechanical noise. There's something Modernist about it all - rather TS Eliot ("a heap of broken images") – and the listener is quite deliberately (it seems to me) left to make sense of the bizarre juxtapositions and extreme, sudden shifts in tone and colour...It's enigmatic, then – and eclectic. And challenging. In the best way. Provocative.--Tom Parnell, Heavy SoilUltralash is an exquisite collection of gently tweaked-out songs which, in their subtle way, begin to burrow under your skin with the first listen.--Sara Bir, Northbay Bohemian..Sonically, it's sparkling, undulating soundscapes situate it firmly in the present, decades away from the crunchy strumming that often makes traditional folk sound so tired. But the heartbreak and immediacy of the singing set the album outside of fads or momentary youth-culture fetishes, connecting Walker to folk artists of the past, and suggesting that she'll still be relevant when most of the music that sounds futuristic today is pumping feebly out of post-millennial oldies stations.--Michelle Goldberg, SF MetropolitanTechnically, both the artist and CD title here are known as Ultralash but I insist on calling Ms. Walker by her proper name because it deserves to be widely known. Surfacing in '99 on San Francisco's Ubiquity label and now going the self-release route, her Roger Moutenot- (Sleater-Kinney, Yo La Tengo) produced followup casts her in a mold every bit as atmospherically avantish as Lisa Germano, as pop/psych/folky as Mary Timony, as in-your-face as PJ Harvey. She brings to mind a female version of Howe Gelb or Conor (Bright Eyes) Oberst, just in case you need some extra name-dropping with your breakfast.--Fred Mills, Seattle Weekly