Suspecting the rewards that awaited if she would risk shining a light on her own murk, Roessler took matters into his own hands, and all but locked her in his studio, Kitten Robot. Surrounding her with every available musical instrument, a pen and some paper, he compelled her to face the rawness of loss, abuse, and addiction. Of the debut single/video “Terminal Secrets,” GigSoup said CrowJane “carries a heavy dose of mystery and dense musicality that is alluringly elusive yet primally irresistible.”
The second single/video, “The Pharmacy,” drops Sept. 8th followed by the full LP Mater Dolorosa a week later. CrowJane helped bring Egrets on Ergot local acclaim, became Sally and Nurse Heather in the twisted cabaret of the Deadbeats and most recently, the unhinged front woman of quizzical LA sonic terrorists Prissy Whip, who’s Swallow LP Roessler also recorded and mixed.
Using music and a deepening connection to life’s unseen component CrowJane has spent the last several years building and rebuilding better versions of herself from the ash of shed skins. The ten songs on Mater Dolorosa almost perfectly mirror and chronicle this long ascent towards wholeness. Coming from a visual art background of surrealism and horror, she has simultaneously built a career as a professional horror film effects makeup artist. This unlikely background helped foster an outsider musical sensibility that is perfectly balanced by an encyclopedic knowledge of the byways and back roads of punk and death rock, both historic and in L.A.’s contemporary underground music scene, of which her bands have been an integral component for the past ten years. As a part of these utterly distinct and uncompromising bands she has developed a reputation for shattering expectations, both in her choice of collaborators and her contributions to the collaboration. Although this pedigree informs the haunting tracks on this solo debut, those familiar with her explosive and provocative live performances will likely be blindsided by the soft vulnerability and nakedness of Mater Dolorosa, the arrangements of which allow her no place to hide and nothing left to do but forgive the past.