Just who does Lindi Ortega think she is? Her signature red boots aren’t just made for walkin’ – they’re made for stompin’ away from a lover passed out in the honky tonk parking lot with “loser” scrawled on his cheating butt in a lipstick shade identical to her boots. Next, those boots are propped against a bar rail, hiding tear stains and spilled moonshine, as their wearer pens tunes about a black fly in a whiskey bottle, a drunken good cry and a terminally romantic heart. And just as those boots are soaked in liquor and heartache, so are those songs splattered with bi-polar guitar textures.
Sure, this saucy songstress, a Toronto native once affectionately nicknamed Indie Lindi in honour of her off-the-beaten-path spirit, has been vending her musical wares for more than a decade (one of her songs even ended up in Dove’s Real Beauty campaign.) But that doesn’t give her the right to have it all – lustrous Wrecking Ball-style vocals, luxurious tales echoing cold hard Cash, and luminous musical moments that throw listeners’ dreams and regrets softly back into their faces.