Although Marissa Nadler’s sparse acoustic folk doesn’t seem like a natural fit for the confines of Brooklyn’s bona-fide metal lair Saint Vitus, she espouses a sort of dark, nightmarish quality, teleported from the backroom some Black Lodge in David Lynch’s imagination, that kind of works. Her latest album, last year’s The Sister, contains mostly subdued, down-tempo numbers, and her lyrics about dying and hearts made of twisted vines will serve as a relaxing respite from the previous night’s Kill ’Em All Karaoke. With Guy Blackeslee of Entrance and Jozef Van Wissem.
Mon., May 13, 8 p.m., 2013
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