Bewitching and intoxicating
—New Orleans Times Picayune
Fiercely talented, elegantly skewed
—Time Out, UK
Haunting melodies, intricate metaphors and subversive subplots, a complex underground legend.
—Bitch Magazine, USA
An extraordinary singer and torch song poet. Gypsy-dark guitars, exquisite wow and flutter.
Deftly appropriating the name of Dostoyevsky’s ingenuous, honest-to-a-fault Prince, Myshkin creates the musical world of an enchanted outsider, an experimental sound made of curiosity and depth—equal parts nomadic wonder and organic precision. Through her seven solo albums she moves with grace from Punk-Poetry to Gypsy-Torch; from Folk-Tronic to Velvet-Swing, a collage of textures drawn from her muses, but synthesized into something very much her own.
Myshkin’s career spans two decades of award winning writing, recording, performance and collaboration, She has toured The U.S and Canada, Europe and Australia restlessly, and soaked up the cultures of the many homes she has made for herself over the years. The shipwrecked grandeur of New Orleans mapped her musical temperament before sending her back out into the world; the mountains of Southern Oregon harbor a self-built earth walled studio in which her last record – the heady and hypnotic THAT DIAMOND LUST – was made. The artists’ hideout of Joshua Tree, California currently holds her heart. Around the globe feathers and footprints can be found if you know where to look, and each migrant roost has left a mark on her music.
The ease and infectious dark wit with which she combines things found and invented belies the complexity of her songwriting. Live – in stripped down solo and duo performances, or full band shows with the ever-evolving MYSHKIN’S RUBY WARBLERS – it’s her haunted voice, potent imagery and pungent guitar work which captures listeners, pulling them into a mesmerizing journey, sailing to the far corners, gulls feeding on the dreams in their wake.
photos by Elena Ray
art installation by Noah Purifoy