Don't go trying to categorize Krista Detor's music. A piano-playing singer-songwriter, she appears to belong to the folk-rock school, but if she does, she attends a school with a mighty wide-ranging curriculum. She's bluesy, folky, an ironic chanteuse, a depression-diva, even a whistling light-hearted nonsense singer. She covers all the bases, but instead or running around them like a softball player, she drives a truck right through them.

In short, she's an original. Her songs are dressed up with trombones, saxes, banjos and dobros, and her voice is flexible enough to fit whatever accompaniment she and producer David Weber have worked up between them.

Her writing is fabulous but it's her voice that is the story here. She doesn't seem to be singing at all; instead, Detor appears to be telling you a story in an intimate, low and husky voice that has musical qualities, but does not appear to be lifted in song as much as it whispers just to you.

What Krista Detor does most is communicate. You'll be wanting to know what she has to say to you.

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