Feist

If anything can be said about Leslie Feist, it's that she's gracefully deliberate. In 2007, an iPod commercial deposited her gleeful "1234" to minivans and Whole Foods playlists nationwide. After touring hard on The Reminder, she stepped out of the spotlight (and music entirely) and let some of that effervescent fizz subside. Her newest album, Metals, relies less on the showtune-y sass of The Reminder and digs into earthen themes of regretfully lost love and mortality. Metals was recorded on the edge of a cliff staring into the ocean in Big Sur, California, and breathes with the breeziness of fresh, salty air and tall, swaying pines. It's the sound of Feist reconnecting with her own curiosity as well as taking control of her own fuse, making sure it's a slow burn rather than rushing to one quick, dramatic explosion. With Chilly Gonzales. GREGORY FRANKLIN

Thu., Nov. 17, 8 p.m., 2011

 
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