David Lynch has always possessed a fondness for eerie chanteuse voices. Or maybe he fears them – who can tell with that guy? Chrysta Bell, his latest discovery, exhibits most Lynchian characteristics – Isaakian languor and a Del Rey-esque time out of mind. Her Svengali, who seems to release new music every month along with weather updates, will be joining her onstage; his trademark coif should be noticeable despite the venue’s poor sight-lines.
Originally published in issue #122, December 2013.