Faye Webster’s third album, Atlanta Millionaires Club, is introspective to say the least. Throughout the album Faye addresses all aspects of relationships and young love. From the early stages of honeymoon infatuation, such as on the lead single ‘Kingston’, to the heartbreak and sorrow of a break up, addressed on ‘Jonny’, and finally to the closure and letting go on ‘Jonny (Reprise)’. Needless to say, Atlanta Millionaire’s Club is a journey of self-reflection for Faye Webster, and it’s some of the best sounding self-reflection I’ve ever heard.
One of the most admirable aspects of this album is the surprisingly subtle genre-crossing between songs: from alt folk song with an RnB edge, to sweet pop with a brass hook, and all topped off with a rap feature from fellow Atlanta-based musician Father. After listening to this album it’s hard to accept how young Faye Webster is; the album carries such a polished sophistication greatly surpassing the expectations of a 21-year-old singer.
However, laced within this intricately delicate sound are lyrics coming from someone who appears lost. Webster opens the album with the melancholic line “It looks like I’ve been crying again, over the same things”, which really does set the tone for much of the album. Webster seems caught in a rut, and even seems to be bored of being sad, but can’t quite muster the courage to change it yet.
Contrastingly, lead single ‘Kingston’ perfectly encapsulates a dreamy and magical sound through the gentle piano runs and smooth sax solo. Faye accompanies this with gushing lyrics “The day that I met you I started dreaming”. However, underneath the smooth dreamy sound a hint of anxiety surrounding this new relationship: “It’s the thought of you that likely scares me, but it takes me breath away”.
The sophisticated sound is carried through the album on the heart-breaking smooth jazz track ‘Jonny’ is a raw story of Faye’s anguish, desperate for her feelings of hurt to be consoled. Fast forward to the album closer ‘Jonny Reprise’ and Faye seems to have found the closure she needed, changing her melancholy tune into one of hopes and gentle reminiscing.
This record is an honest portrayal of growing up and finding your feet, and it couldn’t be articulated any better than Faye Webster’s lyrics on Atlanta Millionnaire’s Club.