Find a great guitarist and a lady with a strong sultry voice and you'd think you've got a great record...you're wrong. Grace Hearn and Michael Savage use their inherent talents towards what is ultimately a poor attempt at old-fashioned singer/songwriting. I found myself dodging towards the stereo to frantically change to the next track, to hopefully find something not tampered with.

Michael's strong strumming paired with Grace's haunting voice remind me of the hot piercing Texas summer sun; mind numbing and intriguing, yet you keep staring directly at it. I would much rather experience one of their live shows than listen to the album through my rusty speakers.

Their musical essence lies within their neo-folk roots. This duo makes for a great bill on "Austin City Limits" as their passion is symbolic of all those who have come before them. Although I respect the true-artistry that "Austin City Limits" is trying to preserve, I don't agree with "Neo" anything. Even I like “Austin City Limits,” pre-Lisa Loeb. Grace's ethereal voice stretches out too far reminding me of Kate Bush and I’ve had enough with the tired Kate Bush imitators. Be your musical individualistic self, instead of trying to play on what was already there. The most thought provoking track, "Snow on the Ground", is a fairly good attempt to place me back on the long bumpy journey it took me to get here. This should not be an album but rather a sampler on the do’s and don'ts of embarrassing ear bleeding neo-folk.