I have something to confess. I’m in love with little Reginka. Thus, objectivity is not a strong point of mine on this front. However, it is with a heavy heart that I have to say: some of the Spektor magic I so admired that first time in Whelan’s some years ago now has been filled in, plastered over and sanded down for a more ‘together’, cohesive sound. Far presents Spektor’s work polished with a can of Mr. Sheen type polish eliminating the rawness so intrinsic to her early work. The melodies remain caught in the crossfire of the classical training Spektor received and her passion for simple-yet-macabre nursery tales, which creates a wonderful ability to catch you off guard at every turn. A more mature and heartfelt observation of humanity lies in wait for fellow admirers of this high cheek-boned Russian kook.
