Neko Case's voice is an instrument of such magnificent power that it's sometimes hard not to suspect that it might be, at least in part, a construct of the same studio magic that glosses her albums to a reverb-soaked sheen. In concert, though, Case puts those doubts to rest, summoning that same honey-coated, steel-plated wail from her tiny frame. That a voice this remarkable should also belong to such a singular songwriter is one of music's happiest coincidences.
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