JoAnn Funk doesn’t sing a song as much as she whispers it in your ear. She’s part Blossom Dearie, part Dusty Springfield, a bit Nellie McKay, a hint of Norah Jones, a dash of Stacey Kent, a splash of Diana Krall (like a smoky Scotch on ice)
At first you can’t help wondering, “Who does she sound like?” and then you realize—she sounds like herself ... Pamela Espeland MinnPost