Devon Sproule could charm the birds right out of the trees.

— Mojo

Wry, slinky and breezy, this is the Canadian-American folk-country-jazz singer at her best.

— Guardian

There's a refreshing sweetness about the work of this 27-year-old American songwriter -- there in her mellifluous vocals and poetic, freewheeling lyrics that, in the way of Bjork and Joanna Newsom, are more blank verse than rhyming schemes. Sproule's songs ooze the atmosphere of balmy Virginia days - she grew up in a commune in the state - and her sunny outlook is infectious.

— Observer

Vintage country...with jazzy sophistication...

— BBC

Sproule's singing blends a delightfully contrary sense of phrasing with an authentic and understated Appalachian twang.  Her sense of humor emerges on the slow, jazzy "Let's Go Out," while pieces like the title tune and "Does the Day Feel Long" are vivid photographic slices of rural Americana.

— Dirty Linen

Infectious Appalachian stomp with jazz shadings.  Sproule's voice is an elastic instrument of old-school soul, recalling anyone from Sara Carter to Patsy Cline.

— Uncut

The nimble singer-guitarist Devon Sproule chronicles her ongoing love affairs with humanity, nature, and the state of Virginia. She performs with a sweet, round diction that shines through even her most ornate imagery and rambunctious melodies.

— New Yorker

Easily the most joyous album I’ve heard this year. Sproule’s songs are something to behold:  Victoria Williams’ playfulness and spunk meeting up with Joni Mitchell’s confessional songwriting chops. To top it off, this is the sexiest, sultriest southern album since Lucinda’s Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. 

— Paste

Keep your Sliver Shined rings with a sweet, heartbreaking majesty; these songs are beautiful, timeless and transporting.

— Davy Rothbart of This American Life

Vivid descriptions...sharp arrangements. She's just 24 but with a maturity beyond her years a playfulness to keep it all aloft.

— Sing Out!

One of the most fetching roots records to come down the pike in quite some time.

— Philadelphia Inquirer

Perhaps the sweetest and most honest folk-pop album recorded this year. Sproule's vocal and lyrical beauty is unmatched.

— Rolling Stone