Black Cadillac

In a span of 22 months, Roseanne Cash lost her father, mother and stepmother. This remarkable release is an attempt to assay grief, loss, memories and the ability to reckon with them. For Cash, long after life, there is love. These moving, often chilling, songs lament the inability of Christianity to help while acknowledging that God is in the roses and the thorns. From deeply felt ballads to righteously pissed-off rocking anger, the tightly knit accompaniment fuses rock, pop and country into pitch-perfect settings. Over the course of the CD, her beautifully articulated bitterness and dismay morphs toward wondering how we can live in a world without sound. The final cut, titled “0:71,” is just that number of seconds of silence remembering the departed. Enough said.