doomsday bubblegum folk.

this is my “type of music”,

so sayeth friend and creative talent Marc Lempert.

here’s some other commentaries, from around the time of my CD release, which is when this description was born.

CD Reviews/Comments

Review By Michael Smith, as comment on review by Director Marc Lempert

Doomsday bubblegum folk?

So, should your music inspire me to stock up on canned
tuna, ammo and illegal chinese textile workers to
repopulate the planet in the post apocalyptic era or
to sit there with a simple grin on my rhythmically
bobbing face and accept the inevitable end to an
acoustic guitar mimicking the punchy beat of
Bananarama?  No disrespect, oh The Coolest Person on The Planet (with the rath and the bloodrain and the ouch, that hurts me!), but I believe these themes are mutually exclusive.  

Or at least I used to.

CD Reviews/Comments

Review By Director Marc Lempert

In this climate of social and political unrest, it only takes a shred of the right propaganda to confuse unthinking masses.  What?  With government a pithy marionette show and general causes way too general to get behind 83%, it’s no wonder cynicism, anger, and disillusionment are on the rise.  So where’s the hope, what about optimism?  It’s on “Swimfish”, Jeanette Palmer’s debut L.P.  

A collection of sometimes wishful, sometimes anecdotal, and always insightful storytelling, “Swimfish” provides both sweet and sour in a nice, soft, soothing fashion.  Her subjects:  boys, drugs,  New York and California to name a few, come to life through astute observations offered up by J.P. as she meanders her way through a guitar case of experiences from both poles of the happy and sad.  

C’mon, what do you expect from a singer/songwriter from a little town an hour north of Los Angeles where strawberry fields are literally forever and the biggest thing there is the incline on the 101 Freeway to get the fuck out? But, she did get out.  Now she sings with one eye back toward the West Coast and the other negotiating its viewpoint through the filter of every extreme, New York City. It’s this perspective that adds the shadow around the edges, the scratch in the voice,  the nostalgia and an unknowing anticipation of what comes next in this, sometimes colorful sometimes concrete grey, world about which she writes.  Light and dark blending like a fine, cheap wine.  Yeah, the outlook is bleak, but this collection of music could be just the dose of bittersweet propaganda the masses need to tap into the what-ifs and might be’s necessary to live the way they need to live. Who knows when this age will end, but until that time “Swimfish” by Jeanette Palmer will be the doomsday bubblegum folk for all the ages to come.  And batteries will not included when the shit goes down.  


Review by Performance Artist/Writer Kron Vollmer
(aka Mykronesia –

She might be in choir robes, but rest assured, she’s smoking a cigarette. Jeanette Palmer’s devilishly charming debut cd, swimfish, demonstrates she’s a guitar-strumming Scheherazade, ready to show you the beautiful surface and the scary underbelly. Each track presents a complete story and aesthetic. Whether it’s a sardonic look at her hometown in “From Camarillo”, or the wiseass “Love or Hunger”, Palmer’s lovely voice moves fluidly between innocence and experience, both earnest and snide. You are sure to find yourself a new theme song in the almost Ramones-esque “I Want a Pill” with sly lyrics and gleeful Violent Femmes kind of sing-a-longability. Shades of Tom Waits and even The Cure thread their way through the atmospheric and triumphant echoes of “Storm’s Comin'”, showing this chick with guitar’s theatrical range. If Palmer’s “Looking for Trouble” were in the ring with Sheryl Crowe’s “All I Wanna Do”, Palmer’s quizzical discontent would K.O. Crowe any day. If you live in the New York area, you definitely want to catch her live show.

Kron Vollmer
(aka Mykronesia –

CD Reviews/Comments

Review By Writer Catherine Penfold-Waxman

I’ve been struggling to pigeon-hole Jeanette Palmer and her music. Who can I compare her to so you can decide if you’re interested? Try as I might, I can’t put her in context for you. What I can tell you is her songs are thoughtful and thought-provoking, sweet and sharp, intense and languid – all at the same time. Simple melodies and uncomplicated lyrics, yet overflowing with emotions. Take “From Camarillo,” for instance. I’ve never been there, but every time I hear the song I share Jeanette’s desperation to leave the suffocating town. And “Lookin’ For Trouble” makes me antsy. Play it on a Saturday night and see where you wake up on Sunday. “I Want a Pill” should be written out and taped to the wall of your Doctor’s office, so you know what to ask for when you go in. (Note: If anyone finds the pill that makes batteries last, please contact me.) The final analysis: Chick with a guitar? Yes. Typical chick with a guitar? No. My favorite chick with a guitar? Yes.

CP Catherine Penfold

Review By Recording Artist Eric Swenson 
(aka Mr. Swenson –

Have you ever seen a girl asleep on the train, her mouth hanging open just a bit, her eyes fluttering — and she might be just a little bit awake, but you want to risk copping a feel anyway? If so, maybe you should picture Wendy O’Williams’ switchblade meeting Pink’s larynx which splits open with a stream of Nova Scotia cream briolette all over Chrissie Hynes whose knee lands in Sarah McLachlan’s ovaries which causes her to bounce into some other tainted bitch (Liz Phair) who consequently bends over and catches it in the ass with the tip of Courtney Love’s pointed cowboy boot, inspiring all to cry in abandon over careers permanently displaced by the simple, timeless elegance of Jeanette Palmer’s debut CD, SwimFish. This CD is unusual, to say the least. First, I cried to it and set about to outdo Hemingway at a Karaoke bar. On the second track, I skipped to the bodega, humming the melody. On the third track, I air-guitared (with my left hand) and shook my congressman’s with my right. Evocative lyrics, Beaver Cleaver earnestness and genuinely positive energy can do crazy things to a music journalist. Exhibiting a healthy recognition for the a-capella tradition, Palmer’s simple guitar and highly controlled vocal intonations evoke a level of hopeful violence not experienced since the early Phranc. Although Palmer is not known in local circles (NYC) for espousing lesbian histrionics, she outflanks those two ovarian soloists with a rabid vengeance, Little Big Horn style! Talk about Connie Chung on CD: subjects covered include Indian-giving, feverish irony, counterespionage, competitive intelligence, teledildonics and youthful historical revisionism. Sprouted from military seed, Palmer spreads the collected crumbs from a lifetime of brat travels across the land made for you and me. Like Judy Collins, Joni Mitchell and Karen Carpenter before her, Palmer’s mission is to evoke the mystery of Wonder Woman whilst simultaneously reinventing the clan of the mellow, all in time to paint a perfect “10” for the peeps in the front row who know that she doesn’t wear underwear, either. Want to learn more secrets? Buy this CD!!

Eric Swenson 
(aka Mr. Swenson –


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