An alloy of Christian folklore, Bach-indebted chord progressions, and a sense of servitude to a quiet, inarticulable secret. Sill’s opulent folk is remarkably painful - not stress-inducing, per se, but debilitating emotionally; a potent, eye-moistening spice. Wait for her prayerful warble on the magnum opus, “The Kiss.” Listen carefully, though - perhaps on a cloudless, happy day - or you run the risk of hurting yourself.