Betty and the Boy defy simple categorization. Though the quartet's string-laden melodies occasionally anchor them in the territories of folk, bluegrass, or minimalist rock, they're more at home in the cracks in-between. It's from these deeper, often darker, places where Betty Jaeger's voice reaches up, takes you by the hand, and invites you along for the ride – a difficult offer to refuse.
What you got, in your palm baby?
Something sweet, or something damaging maybe?
Wont you give it to me,
To have a look-see?
Greenest green, the sweetest of things
The apple falls not far from the tree
In the grass, yet it laughs on the way
Like a moth to a light
You intrigue me like the moon takes the tide out to the sea.