Sul Filo

A talented free-improv Italian guitarist teams up with the ever-lovely, always-crazy Iva Bittová to give her a space, before a live audience, to gasp, groan, whine, moan, and play about in the only delightful (exasperating?) way she can. I know people who'd turn this shit off in the middle of the first track, but for me, this kind of silly yet serious exploration of voice and guitar is exactly what tickles my ear and excites my spirit. The comparisons of Iva to a cat are not new, and here, 30 years into her career, she doubles down in being a sometimes-purring, sometimes-toy-chasing feline. But always mysterious. (For those of you who are diehard Bittová fans already, see if you can spot the moment she reprises a little bit of Bílé inferno.)