Now, four years after its release, you can finally get a copy of Dogs. And while it ain't as good as The Blackened Air, you'd be hard-pressed to call it anything less than brilliant, especially considering it's a debut. Most musicians wish they could release a final album of such caliber, much less have a voice and style so original.
Nastasia and her band play a curious brand of powerful chamber-country rock replete with saws, violins, cellos, pianos and accordions. The songs are at once both as close and personal as candlelight and as broad and magnificent as a clear night sky. Nastasia's plaintive drawl frequently twists into soft whispers but can just as easily explode into sublime operatic bursts. As for content, Nastasia's stories create chiaroscuro worlds that contrast dark sadness with bright hope (and sometimes wry humor). The effect is mesmerizing, whether it's your first or your 100th listen.