Katie Crutchfield hit an artistic and commercial high water mark in 2020 with the full-throttle country rocking St. Cloud, an album which doubled her audience and established her as a significant force in Americana music. Tigers Blood comes four years later, past a global music industry shutdown, a world health crisis and Crutchfield’s own battle to get sober. If anything, it’s a bigger, brighter album, its rough, confessional poetry charged with triumph, its instrumental sound bolstered by a full complement of collaborators . . .
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