Part of my mind has yet to be unblown by the first time I saw Anastasia Coope. When she opened for Lael Neale at Public Records last year, I called her “A dark folk magus in the making,” noting: “Her songs evinced consistent fascination as repeated chords stubbornly refused to resolve in expected ways and her voice had surprising range.”
But that’s what …
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