Offbeat Magazine - 06'
"Susan Cowsill got the second Saturday off to a celebratory start... But
Cowsill reminded everyone in the audience just why we were all back in the
ravaged city. With 'CRESCENT CITY SNOW", she reminisced on pre-Katrina New
Orleans and offered hope for its future. She even paid tribute to all those
lost in the storm, especially her brother Barry (Note: Susan included her
eldest brother Bill, who passed away in Canada in February, in this tribute)
with a cover of Lucinda Williams' "Drunken Angel". As Cowsill said it best
in her own lyrics that day, "You can't stop hurricanes/and you can't stop
me." As the success of this year's festival illustrates, no truer words were
spoken that day."

Offbeat Magazine - 06'
Taken from a full-length article on Susan by John Swenson: This year's SXSW
featured a cornucopia of high profile New Orleans acts, but one of the most
moving Louisiana showcases came from the Susan Cowsill band, a group still
promoting its first album, Just Believe It. Cowsill's set was a bravura
performance that proved this late-blooming star has finally come into her
own. Her voice is one of those numinous instruments that a small handful of
people possess, a unique combination of physical characteristics, mental
discipline and a passion that wells up from some hidden recess of human
emotions.

The Times Picayune/Lagniappe, "The Best of the Fest" - 06'
"Not only does Susan Cowsill boast an angelic voice, but she's also a gifted
songwriter who conjures vivid images that cut right to the emotional heart
of the matter. Her band, featuring husband Russ Broussard on drums, is also
first rate."

News & Observer - 06'
"The best records give you a sense of the people behind them, and Susan
Cowsill's "Just Believe It" (Blue Corn Music) is practically a 15-track
version of "This Is Your Life." Cowsill's first solo album in a 40-year
career, "Just Believe It" has the melodic and harmonic flourishes you'd
expect from a one-time member of the Cowsills, who were among the finest
purveyors of California dreamin'-style Nixon-era pop. There's also the stoic
roots rock of her old supergroup, the Continental Drifters; accents of New
Orleans, her hometown for the past 13 years; well-chosen covers (Beach Boys,
Sandy Denny); and an appealing just-folks straightforwardness throughout.
The bouncy title track is especially outstanding, with a lilting hook so
sturdy you could tote a block of ice on it." - David Menconi, Staff Writer

Uncut - 06'
"Having devoted decades of ensemble vocal work to groups ranging from '60's
teen rockers The Cowsills to desert-rock shamanists Giant Sand, plus four
under-appreciated roots gems with the Continental Drifters, Susan Cowsill's
career is a testament to persistence. On this, her solo debut, Lucinda
Williams pitches in, but Cowsill hardly needs the help. From the chiming
guitars of "Palm Of My Hand" to a celestial "Who Knows Where The Time Goes",
it belatedly opens the book on a singer-songwriter of considerable range and
breadth."

Washington Post - 05'
"By the time the fourth track (of Hungry for Music's A Holiday Feast VIII
compilation) rolls along, you may well be reaching for the seasonal
affective disorder therapy lamp. That track is Crescent City Snow, on which
Susan Cowsill pulls out all the emotional stops: It recalls not only
Christmas past but New Orleans, the city that Cowsill, among others, fled
while summer was still upon us. Detailed, evocative and unexpected, it's a
powerful track that sets the roots-rock tone of much of the subsequent
music."

Rolling Stone - 05'
"Long before there were teen divas, there was, in the late Sixties, Susan
Cowsill:the junior chirping sister in the pop-psych family band the
Cowsills, who resurfaced in the Nineties with Louisiana's alt-country answer
to vintage Fairport Convention, the Continental Drifters. Just Believe It is
Cowsill's first solo album, and it is the hardy, heartbreaking sound of a
woman in the prime of her singing and songwriting life. "Palm of My Hand"
and "Nanny's Song," a duet with Lucinda Williams, echo the healing
melancholy and Cajun jangle of the Drifters. Cowsill also turns her inner
Joan Jett loose, punching through "I Know You Know" and "Talkin'" like an
avenging bar-band angel. The sole cover is a bayou-blues stroll through
Sandy Denny's "Who Knows Where the Time Goes," an apt reflection on the good
things that come to those who don't live by the clock."