“You're in a canoe, floating down a stream in some backwoods part of the country, and these sounds come seemingly out of nowhere-- a woman's voice; a whispery, corporeal cello; a ghoulish eerie singing saw that strikes matches on your spine. Something twisted, born wrong, is making this music. And damned if it isn't gorgeous.
Nina Nastasia lives in New York City, but she must keep an outhouse and ”
