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She’s spent decades as a prized trivia item among power-pop fans. Her work throughout the ’80s and ’90s with her remaining siblings from The Cowsills went criminally underheard, and Susan Cowsill’s own talents ultimately battled for space amongst her lesser cohorts in the D-list supergroup Continental Drifters. Her only major-label showcase since her ’60s heyday was on a Kim Carnes reissue, after the CD manufacturer accidentally pressed a songwriter’s demo on what was supposed to be a Carnes bonus track.
Lately, Cowsill had become a popular New Orleans attraction with monthly concerts at which she performed a classic album in its entirety. She was also finishing up her solo debut of Just Believe It, where she follows the wise career course of recent Birmingham transplant Amy Rigby. There’s never been a better time to ditch tired Americana for a mature take on vaguely psychedelic ’60s-influenced pop. The consistently gorgeous album allows Cowsill to beat the curse of most musicians stuck in New Orleans after the age of 40. (She’s 46 now, and your parents—who will actually remember The Cowsills—will be depressed to hear that. You should go tell them now.) (Friday, December 2, at Moonlight Music Cafe; 8:30 p.m. $12)
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