Freeze, don't Burn

One person I can't believe is as yet unmentioned in connection with the continued permutations of the possessors of that voice is - irrespective of their occasional worthiness - Corin Tucker of Sleater-Kinney. Glassy, commanding, imprerious, general impression of towering over the listener, etc, all there, especially circa 'Dig me Out', as something of a warble has crept in since. Especially interesting in the moments where Carrie Brownstein's more laconic tones creep in and have to be veritably stamped upon by her olympian hollering.