Someone once described the voice of country legend Connie Smith as “a heartrending sob that no other country singer has matched.” If truth once lived in that statement it resides there no longer for Katie Moore has inherited that mantle.

Katie Moore hails from stock and kin found well above the Mason-Dixon and so far North of the Ozarks as to make reference inconsequential in all but inspiration. That said, truer expressions of the swaying ole timey country of the Old Smokey’s have yet to be sewn. Like the folks of her influence, Moore’s charm is not in the polish but in the texture.
Her voice has a rich reediness that emotes with a directness, emotional maturity and sly wit well beyond her years; as expressive an instrument as Cline’s or Wynette’s but perhaps easier and less melodramatic in its delivery. Though the songs are so often yarns of loneliness and heartbreak, she lets them flow with a joyousness and release that’s more redemption than sorrow. And, so, Moore’s whiskied chirp is a divining rod for hope and perseverance where so many might find only bitterness and despair.