
A jazz-flecked evolution of DiFranco's percussive folk, trading punk aggression for lush brass arrangements and weary, late-night wisdom. Intimate and expansive.
It's like a folk protest record that wandered into a late-night jazz club and decided to stay for a drink.
A sophisticated, jazz-inflected meditation on personal and political disillusionment.
The vocals lean far further into narrating than the rest of the catalogue.
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