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"&lt;p class=\"Default\"&gt;What&amp;apos;s not to love about a blazing indie-guitar heroine who titles her album &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Marnia&lt;/em&gt;? This New York singer-guitarist&amp;apos;s records keep getting more nuanced and revealing, without losing a hint of the radiantly hyper finger-picking energy that sometimes makes her sound like Robert Fripp sitting in with Sleater-Kinney. Here, she locks into an artfully flailing two-piece&amp;#xA0;with drummer Kid Millions of Brooklyn noise captains Oneida. At times, her singing is a fire-tongued vocalese; elsewhere, she drops admissions like &amp;quot;I am losing my hope in my body,&amp;quot; evincing bold honesty that only deepens the all-too-human achievement of her empowered shredding.&lt;/p&gt;\r\n&lt;wm:embed type=\"related\"&gt;&lt;/wm:embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;wm:html type=\"inset\" id=\"1\"&gt;&lt;/wm:html&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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