In which Regina Spektor proves her stance as a songwriting treasure...
There's a lovable eccentricity here, yet never one that breaks the intimacy or emotional intensity of her words to paper. With the exception of a few tracks that bring on extra instrumentation, Spektor is able to charge her songs with urgency with merely a piano and her quirky, versatile, but well-controlled voice. It is in "The Flowers" where this shines in the pacey arpeggios. Or perhaps, for one of the ...
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