Multi-instrumentalist Julie Baenziger hails from Grandaddy's stomping grounds, California's Central Valley, and like her onetime neighbors, she has an impeccable knack for infusing despair with charm. Her pain is the loveless kind, and she conveys it in a voice equal parts twang and coo, backed by lush country-folk and gossamer bedroom haze. "Skinnybone" sounds like it takes place inside of a music box; "Marmalade" in dense woods on a moonless night. A quick dip into glitch seems like a novice move, but all that slide guitar and glockenspiel give Sea of Bees a seasoned sorrow.
"Took me about 50 seconds — the length of the woozy, haunting intro to "Marmalade" — to completely fall for Sea of Bees, the nom de tune of Sacramento indie-popper Julie Baenziger. Her debut album "Songs for the Ravens" sounds folky in some places, gauzy and ambient in others and twee as hell in still others, but beautiful throughout, and a potent reminder that emotional virtue is an artist's most precious commodity. This one's special, folks, let's not screw it up." --LA Weekly
"Songs for the Ravens is bound to be one of this year's finest records;as soon as you hear it you're not going to be able to shakeit." --Portland Mercury
"I'm not entirely sure why I love this album so much... ..That which I cannot put my finger on, is the mysterious, wonderful, and addictive qualities of this album as a whole. Bravo to Jules and her Sea of Bees." -Jason Lytle (Grandaddy, Admiral Radley)