Angel Olsen is not who you think she is. In her latest album My Woman, she exhilarated and totally shook off the harsh label of her “country-folk sad-sack lost in a forest,” incorporating punchier pop tunes.
Fearless and gritty, the folk rock star is sassily flirty roller-skating in her lime green jacket and silver glitter wig. Opening with the line “I ain’t hanging up this time / I ain’t giving up this time,” she swoons us with the raw affectionate punch of her determination. She sways around in a bar, glides around a roller skating rink, working the food counter -- all she wants is your undivided attention, so she can “end all this pain right here” right now.
Olsen was born and raised in Saint Louis, adopted as the youngest of eight kids. Her fantasy about her parents growing up in the ’30s and ’50s reflects in the video that echo American glamour and rock and roll in the 50s: the bad girls of rock reminding you about the obsolete gender roles of “Woman.”
With America’s divided views now, perhaps a taste of Olsen’s raw touch on female’s charms will get you back on track.
