Regina Spektor
Far

There's something that tùrba et sovrasta nella giovane donzella filosovietica Spektor: e non hablo dei particolarmente aggraziati tratti somatici, anzichèsì.

This luminous little piano that scuttles quickly up and down, furtive and fleeting, tenderly unruly ("Machine"), placidly conversational ("Laughing With") in a joyful union as rarely happens in the para-pop realm, breaks through in a way you would never have minimally suspected.

And then there's this fresh voice, full-bodied, sullen yet playful, fluttering, at times terribly confidential as if it seemed to address You directly.

The album, although technically polished and balanced (major debut, ohibò), generously dispenses more than a few highly successful moments. Anzichènò.