Kael’s lyrical edge is sharp as a samurai, slicing away any of the mush that makes much roots/folk writing smell like cow patties. This faux-hawked folkie asks, “How am I going to get on the radio when I cuss and swear and sing about lovin’ women?” Well, writing songs this honest, smart and often gut-splittingly funny can’t hurt.  After you spin Kael’s sassy, honest songs you’ll understand where that sparkle in her eyes comes from. This kind of precocious is precious and altogether rare.