If miles were money, Reb Fountain’d be rich as all get out, if truth was something the radio was interested in she’d be number one for all time, if they melted guts and mettle and turned it to steel and then shaped it into medals Reb’d need two chests. Sometimes its a wonder she can fit all of her heart into one, but BOOM there it goes, gig after gig, song after song, she’s up there one acoustic guitar and THAT voice (you know the one, born of fire and river run, mountain strong and feather soft) and just that, only that, but goddamn that heart…it kicks like a backbeat, it’s Moe Tucker steady and roars like John Bonhams kick. Yet it’s a heart, not a drum but you hear it like such.

Reb Fountain’s songs are all heart, don’t get me wrong she’s lucky strike cool and jamesons raw, but its wrapped in such experience, such all encompassing goodness, it could’ve only made it through with titanic helpings of heart.

In relation to her music I could bore you with superlatives but simply, its a relief, a relief to hear, a relief to feel, a relief to behold. No gimmicks, no hype, no pretence, no bullshit. Just her dukes up on stage pouring it out offering it up, honest in a way the world isn’t, full of story and justice and love borne from a life lived and a world traversed. It’s amazing she’s only two albums deep, but life and song don’t get constrained by format they just are, the best ones have to be. Mostly solo, sometimes with comrades on her side, or onstage backing up with NZ’s hardest working band The Eastern, Reb is always present and correct giving muscle and blood and breaking all hearts with hers.

 

Her music is no prisoners tough yet also giving and with enough play that it will turn hardened cynics burnt out on the in genuine machine that spits out beautiful girls with acoustic guitars almost hourly into believing in the power of songs again. Simply because if there was a deal Reb’d be the real one. It probably ain’t gonna make her rich, or number one, but the world needs her like it needs every sighing messenger, it needs her because we need her. Thing is Reb and her songs don’t need us, she sings them and they exist because they have to, because they were meant to, they are elemental in size as much as they are heart ready in tone. That’s why when you get to see her onstage, you feel lucky, like you’re in on a secret, like you’ve got something the world is yet to figure on. That’s why she makes you feel important, like you mean something. It’s like her heart through those songs lifts you up. Damn it, how many times do you get to say that a songwriter is generous and not vain or self obsessed? Rarely. Reb is a rare one. We are lucky to have her.!

 

-Adam McGrath

reb & her dog hazel