Because It Feel Good

Digital

Kelly's voice is front and center as she treats you to a Dusty Springfield on a Staples Singers jag vibe. We'll let the hairs standing on the back of your neck decide if we're lying.

Full Description

On Because It Feel Good, Hogan rides the wild bummer and shamelessly wallows in torch songs for the down and dismayed. Why? Because, it feel good.

Returning to record on her home turf of Atlanta, Kelly takes the term "soul" to a whole 'nuther plane. With excellent backing from Andrew Bird, Andy Hopkins and Jon Rauhouse, Kelly's voice is front and center as she treats you to a Dusty Springfield on a Staples Singers jag vibe. We'll let the hairs standing on the back of your neck decide if we're lying.

Kelly takes songs by, among others, the Statler Brothers (the holy and chilling "I'll Go To My Grave Loving You"), Randy Newman ("Living Without You"), King Floyd ("Please Don't Leave Me Lonely"), Charlie Rich ("Stay"), and Smog ("Strayed"), throws in some originals and gives them the full-on "hide under the covers after bedtime and listen to the forbidden radio" orchestrations of her youth. Country soul, blues soul, pop soul, SOUL soul. Few can pull it off as effortlessly as Kelly and that voice of hers.

Produced by David Barbe (Sugar and Mercyland), and has produced records for Drive-By Truckers, Deerhunter, Son Volt among others

Short Description

Creates the kind of warm sonic blanket that's made for crawling under for a chilly-afternoon makeout session or wrapping up in when you're left lonely.
— Indy Week
As a concise showcase for one of the best voices in the rock and country underground, Because It Feel Good is as pleasurable as its title implies.
— Onion AV Club
If singing were really as effortless as Kelly Hogan makes it seem, we'd all be working the Vegas nightclub scene instead of our day jobs. Or we'd at least turn out such well-crafted albums as Because It Feel Good.
— Atlanta Journal and Constitution
On her second solo album, Kelly Hogan continues to mine Americana's rich tapestry, revealing both a discriminating taste in songwriters and an uncanny interpretive skill [and] the pipes to pull off her lo-fi countrypolitan sound without a hitch.
— Rolling Stone