If Emily Haines was an animal, she'd be a swan. Elegant, graceful and symbolic maybe, but get too close and you'll probably get bitten. She has the hush-hush voice of something ethereal, almost spirit-like in its delivery, which is comforting, like the warm feeling you get when you drink whiskey or being in bed when it's cold outside. But when you parry this with an often poignant, sometimes political subject matter, there is a definite sense of anxiety and mistrust which forms the spine of Knives Don't Have Your Back, a feeling that underneath wistful piano keys and that soothing tone, bigger demons lie.
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