If it were not for Peters’ compassion wrought in her voice, this album would be unremittingly grim and desperate. It could be where one finds oneself – not so much in nowhere but at the dark end of the street. But Peters is too insightful for that. Dancing with the Beast is a survivor’s suite; a collection of what it means to be human, a meaning that is not guaranteed of sunshine and happiness…

Her music is wider than Nashville. It merges country, folk, Americana and rock. It’s that paradox of being all soul without being soul.

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