"Listening to this self-titled record is like taking a side trip to a forgotten roadside motel lost in time somewhere in California’s desert interior, where the glow of a neon sign beats back the dullness of modernity, and the turning of a room key is like the opening of a time capsule to a place much more accustomed and comfortable to old souls."
Marc Acton, reviewer:
"Cheryl Deserée is like the love child of Jayne Mansfield and Hank Williams, if that blessed creature was raised by its Samoan, ukulele-playing godparents. But it all works for her. Her Nashvegas honky tonk roots give her the kind of cred she needs to get away with referencing Stage Door Jennys, and her lilting, burlesque-y 'je ne said quoi' lends lyrics about "Eye Candy" and "Pillow Talkin'" just the right twang. Throughout the album, which is part throwback country album, and part jazz standard-and-swing update, she manages to just be herself—the pinkest, glitteryest country heart slayer out there. While she does it, she also makes great use of her Nashville connections, with some solid guest spots from Music City pickers and players. From start to finish, the entire album is cohesive, distinctive, and fun, the product of a woman who knows her voice, and who’s worth listening to."
"Traditional Country & Swing Originals delivered on a billow of sultry, jazz-infused smoke."
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