"The story goes like this: A decade ago, the 22-year-old Siskind cuts a remarkable album with producer Tucker Martine (Decemberists, Beth Orton) and guitar god Bill Frisell. Then Siskind gets sick. Very sick. The album disappears. Enter Justin Vernon, who stumbles upon a copy. His band, Bon Iver, happens. Vernon starts his own label and rescues Siskind’s criminally neglected work, whose emotional rawness is typified by this song’s sly chorus. “Baby, I got you covered,” Siskind coos, before completing her thought. “So covered, you won’t get out.”
"The record is layers and layers thick. Sarah's voice, earthy and mournful, is brilliantly offset by Bill Frisell's dreamy guitar work. The songs themselves play like a collection of tiny novellas leading you from one scene of quiet longing to another. The album is moody, mysterious. Even the album art is plain black and white, Sarah never looking directly at her audience. It was only with many listens, weaving through the intricate ribbons of guitar and root-bound vocalise, that I began to unravel the stories, rich in detail and reverie."