Jennifer Castle’s song “Texas” feels as expansive as its namesake state. Her lilting, delicate voice offers images of the rolling green fields of Hill Country, the sunscorched swaths of West Texas, and the ebullient honky-tonks of Dallas. As the Toronto-based Castle sings of going “down to Texas to kiss my grandmother goodbye,” she wonders what may happen when the locals learn she’s not from around those parts.
“Texas” comes from Castle’s latest and best album to date—Angels of Death, released by Chapel Hill’s excellent Paradise of Bachelors. A long-form rumination on death and dying, the record suggests a forlorn country singer, wandering Music Row in a dusty Nudie Suit that used to sparkle in the Nashville sun but now looking for something to help make her new again. With a voice equally suited for a marble-made church or an old timber roadhouse, Castle’s songs develop with great patience, building up foundations musically as they peel back layers emotionally. What she has to share seems endless.