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By Hiya Swanhuyser

Published on January 13, 2009 at 4:22am

She shows up on radio playlists next to Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter. People constantly, incessantly compare her voice to Chan Marshall's. Her songwriting reminds us of the cryptic imagery of Neko Case's weird storytelling, and we're pretty sure Belle and Sebastian had something to do with it. But Emily Jane White's music needs no introduction, really. For years now, we've watched people seeing her live for the first time. Even those who don't like country music, or don't usually listen to women with acoustic guitars, or just don't know who she is -- no matter. They're slayed. They go buy Dark Undercoat, they learn to play guitar, just so they can fuck up "Bessie Smith" in the privacy of their own homes. They're happy.
Sat., Jan. 17, 9 p.m., 2009