come on sorrow, take your own advice, hide under the bed turn out the light.

Whether you're entranced by her fire-haired beauty or lulled into bliss by her sonorous voice, Neko Case is a siren.
Case’s albums have remained consistently strong over the years, even as she’s stepped away from her traditionalist alt-country roots and towards more idiosyncratic twangy pop. And you've got to love her big, yelping voice.
Middle Cyclone doesn’t sound substantially different from the album than what preceded it, yet it’s far removed from her 1997 debut, The Virginian. Which means she is getting better. And better. She is a genius and we are going to see her with special guest Jason Lytle opening will perform in the Historic McDonald Theatre on Sunday, June 7, 2009. in Eugene Oregon. Because of that intuitive approach, Middle Cyclone is more fragmented than Fox Confessor. The album takes its lead from the off-the-cuff methodology of Harry Nilsson, whose yearning, smart-ass ballad “Don’t Forget Me” Case covers beautifully here. Case feels untethered enough to close the record with 30 minutes of chirping crickets, and to defend the predatory nature of killer whales, and to perform a straight-faced version of Sparks’ the-ecology-can-ruin-you anthem “Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth.” All of Middle Cyclone is reliably Case-like, in that it seems unpredictable, unless you’ve listened to Case long enough to understand what she understands: that following fleeting impulses can be as rewarding as it is dangerous.

"That voice: tall and mighty as Washington State's Grand Coulee Dam, a rushing brook laying down the silt of years, hydroelectrifying every note with a torrid stream and blinked-back tears." —Village Voice