Dreams still beckon in a damaged world, and Rosanne Cash renders them with fierce grace on She Remembers Everything. Cash's album offers shimmering pop—with hints of twang and jazz—that could find a home in almost any year of postwar American music. But the luminescence and bright production are shot through with a darker vision. Trenchant vocals, minor chords, and bent notes destabilize the landscape. Familiar yet alien, Cash's take on being a woman in the world reveals just how much has gone awry .
